I longed to fly. I was paid in flying lessons and, by the time I was 13, I'd logged 100 hours at the controls.
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I wanted to fly when I was little.
I was hooked on aviation, made model airplanes, and never thought I would be able to fly myself. It cost too much. But then World War II came along and changed all that.
I made about fifty-four dollars a week and spent it on two flying lessons every week at the age of sixteen and was able to get a license then pretty early and knew that that's what I wanted to do, some kind of a career in aviation. I did know about space flight, but at that point, it was still pretty far out there.
I started flying because I had a fear of it early on. I figured if I learned to fly, I would understand better what was happening and started taking lessons in the late 1950's, once I had made some money on tour.
From a very early age, I wanted to fly aeroplanes.
I loved flying as much as I thought I would and continue to fly aircraft.
I was doing everything that a kid would be doing anyway, but on top of that, I was able to fly to different cities.
When I was a child, I didn't fly - we couldn't afford to fly. Flying was for rich people.
I always wanted to be a pilot.
My daddy was a World War I pilot, and I just wanted to be able to fly like he did.
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