While not a rotary pilot, one of my abiding memories of flying in helicopters is being picked up on Camlough, lifting off to what seemed just a few feet, tipping over and falling down the hill to Bessbrook (at least that's what it appeared to a mere grunt). That and many other flights in the back "in province" watching what went on up front and trying to understand it all gave me a love of flying. Sadly I could never afford helicopters, so went the fixed wing way. Now sadly that's gone too due to an auto-immune system problem I'll live with forever.