My first airplane flight was on July 5, 1980 in a Piper Tomahawk. The instructor I flew with on the one hour lesson introduced me to the sky - and there was no turning back. I will never forget that day. That is when I knew, instantly, that I wanted to fly for a living, and make it a career. It was just that simple. It was a beautiful summer day, and I can remember it like it was just yesterday. I was a fortunate 14 year old kid that afternoon - I found my dream early in life.
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