Dad endorsed my learning to fly so he would have a live-in pilot, one he could get in touch with at any time.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My daddy was a World War I pilot, and I just wanted to be able to fly like he did.
Dad went to Canada to learn how to fly with the Royal Canadian Air Force. He took me on my first airplane ride, where I could have a hand on the stick.
He taught me how to fly on my own and learn the tricks.
Every once in a while, we'd ask my dad if we could get a ride in one of these planes. And, he did take us to the flying club and get us a ride in the Pushpak and a glider that the flying club had.
I realized how important it was to know something about aviation, and it was something I was interested in, so I followed my brother's footsteps and obtained my pilot's license.
Dad worked his entire career as an aviation technician. Mom was a legal secretary who became a teacher. We lived a simple American life.
I grew up thinking that I would become a fighter pilot and was fascinated by aircrafts as I had grown up around that. But my father encouraged me to not become an Air Force person, given the varied interests I had, be it books, movies, sports or fighter flying.
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.
My dad served in two wars has been flying airplanes for 60 years now. He was certainly quite an inspiration.
I always wanted to be a pilot.
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