My father's an early aviator, and my first flight was with him at age two. Now, despite the fact that I got sick on the flight, I still enjoyed it, I believe.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My dad served in two wars has been flying airplanes for 60 years now. He was certainly quite an inspiration.
I wanted to fly when I was little.
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.
The very, very beginning is that my mother and father were aviators.
My daddy was a World War I pilot, and I just wanted to be able to fly like he did.
From a very early age, I wanted to fly aeroplanes.
My grandmother flew only once in her life, and that was the day she and her new husband ascended into the skies of Victorian London in the wicker basket of a hot-air balloon. They were soon to emigrate to Canada, and the aerial ride was meant to be a last view of their beloved England.
I was a big aviation buff as a boy.
I spent my entire childhood living abroad because of my father's occupation, so we were on long-haul flights all the time.
I remember the first time that I flew on an airplane overseas, it was about when I was seven; it was 1969.