Being born in Japan and moving around quite a bit until we settled in this lame town.. First flight I remember was flying from Wichita Falls to Dallas - back on the old Braniff airlines.. they were cool because they had brightly painted planes.. Back then DFW didn't exist, so we flew into Love Field where we caught another jet to New York, where we hooked up with a Lufthansa 747 to Germany.. Of course we flew back home in a few weeks and then flew back to Germany 2 more times before I was 10 years old..
I, like you, wanted nothing more than to get my pilot's certificate - somebody told me along with the way you don't get a license, but a certificate.. Unfortunately, I never did go through with it.. I was all set, had it all lined up for about $5K, then the instructor told me to think long and hard about it: what was I going to do with the certificate after I got it? I probably wouldn't be able to buy a plane and nobody in this town would rent one.. So, I decided not to do because I didn't wanna go through all that and then be pissed every day because there was no bird to fly...
Friendship is like peeing your pants.. Everybody can see it, but only you can feel the warmth..