While I have flown thousands of flights and more miles than I care to count, my first airplane ride actually goes back to my childhood and it wasn’t with a commercial airline. When we were kids, Dad became very interested in flying small planes. He actually ended up buying a two-seater airplane that would be flown in and out of Westminster airport right next to the college I attended. Some friends of ours near the church also had a private airstrip. Sometimes we would be playing in the back yard and hear a plane. We would look up and there would be Dad.
Sometimes we would go up to Westminster, spend the afternoon, and we would all get airplane rides. Dad would sometimes do loop the loops, and spins. Mom and Dad would use the plane to fly to Oshkosh, Wisconsin for a small plane gathering each summer.
You will recall I mentioned in a previous post that my family never seems to get rid of anything. Part of the airplane is still in my parents’ garage even though it has not been flown for probably at least 30 years.
We were very, very lucky kids to have that kind of opportunity. Most kids don’t have an airplane available to them.