My grandson Zach takes lessons to become a pilot. I'm not sure when he started, but his Mother says she remembers when he could stand upright under the wing of the plane and he needed to sit on a cushion to see out the front window. He's grown some since then.
Zach isn't quite 14 years old yet. He has had a love of flying since he was small. His Dad has a pilot's license and I suspect that may have had something to do with his wanting to learn to fly.
I love this photo of him, taken a couple of days ago. It reminds me a bit of the old photos of barn storming pilots back in the day. He just has that look about him.
I don't care that much for commercial flying, but I love riding in the small planes. My Dad wasn't a pilot, but he loved that kind of flying and he passed that along to me the first time he took me to go for a ride in one of the planes that gave tours in Bemidji, Minnesota. I was just a young girl, but I was hooked. One of the most fun birthday presents I ever received was when Zach's parents (my daughter and son-in-law) rented a plane and I got to go for an hour's ride. I loved every second of it.
I hope that when Zach gets his license, he will remember that his Grandma dearly loves to fly.
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