Little Moments Pt. 2

I have always loved aviation. And I have always loved flying. And I have always been unhealthily obsessed with airplanes. Hence, the current occupation. You can even ask my roommate from Arizona. He would watch in horror as I not only looked up everytime I heard an airplane fly over, but, in his words, I "even talked to them, too".

My father is an aircraft mechanic. I attribute my love of aviation to him. And when I was a little boy, as a treat, he would sometimes take me to the hangars on his days off so I could walk through the cabins and sit in the cockpits of all the various airplanes that were in for checks.

To me, it was Christmas morning. It was better than Christmas morning. It was like a giant airplane playground. And my dad was there with me, walking me through the plane, pointing out all the different parts and pieces. The yoke. The throttles. The PA system. He would walk me around the engines.

I loved going to the hangar with Dad on his days off.