Dad and I were recently practicing our short-soft field takeoffs at Woodland’s magnificent grass runway. There’s a fence at the end of runway 08 with the village street right outside it, and on every takeoff, without fail, we had an audience.
More than anyone else, kids get airplanes.
I love how they never stop being amazed by these contraptions of fabric and aluminum, which are, when you think about it, so much more than that. We take time on cloudy days to ponder it, but kids get it instinctively. These ones would wave at us and bask in our prop wash every time we took off.
Eventually, we started holding the brakes before takeoff so they could enjoy it full blast.
I count it a victory every time I get an adult to smile the way these kids do. When did we learn to be so guarded with our smiles?
Answering that question – and giving people excuses to let themselves enjoy life the way these kids do – is my mission in both the cockpit and the classroom. I know just where to start.
A friend and classmate of mine who is now a pop star and stage actress of some renown recently started a blog, in which she stated that at eleven years old, her wildest imagining was that she could fly. I’m going to get in touch with her, congratulate her on her writing, and offer to to make her imagination a reality.
The rest of you will have to wait until the 17th Philippine Hot Air Balloon Fiesta on February 9-12, 2012! Look us up at http://www.philballoonfest.net. See you there!
Posted from Manila, February 1, 2012