I miss flying. Im not talking about taking a ride in a major airline. Both of my grandfathers had planes while I was growing up. My grandfather Jack was his own pilot flying himself in a jet back and forth to work everyday from LA to Big Bear up in the mountains. He also had a biplane that I never got to go in... the parachute was too big for a little girl. My grandfather Tim wasn't a pilot but had one that flew him where he wanted to go. We were flying to Jamaica one summer and it was very scary flying over Cuba's territory. We had to have all of our personal information ready to read over the radio and could see military jets. It was crazy! I had some amazing experiences growing up but I would trade them all to have gradfathers that were present in my life. So much has changed. I think flying runs through my veins... I would love to learn how to fly!


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