It seems we all have a story, some evenl in our lives that brought us into the aviation trade. Twenty-two years ago, that moment happened for me. At the lime, it was insignificant, a normal clay for a four-year-old-at least lor arnthink might have been Lake linear, Ga. There seemed to he a crazy language I heardrnover those headsets,a camaraderie between ATC and pilots.Even though my feel could not reach the rudder pedals,I recall feeling freernas a bird.From that day on,Iwanted to fly.
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