Fish Swim, Birds Sing, Pilots Fly
Congratulations and a heartfelt hug to Justin for strapping back into the cockpit of a trusty Cessna Skyhawk and going for a flight yesterday. Fish gotta swim, birds gotta sing, and pilots gotta fly, so I am glad he did it.
And I, too, look forward to when Sara’s old enough to appreciate and enjoy a flight, as well. It always struck me as particularly cool when we’d fly in to some local airport (Fredericksburg or Hondo, for example) and see a kiddo climb into or out of one of the many aircraft tied down on the tarmac. I’d look at the kid and grin inside, “How amazing it must be — to that child, a single-engine aircraft is exciting and yet perhaps as typical as a ride in the family car!” I always hop the kiddo knows how lucky he/she is to be able to fly, and I suspect most do, even if they are climbing into or out of an aircraft the family owns, vs. a rental like Justin and I use.
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