Percival Proctor - just because it was the first machine I which I took to the skies. Can't have been more than five or six years old. Day trip to Margate; flight along seafront from grass field in the back of beyond behind the town. Got to sit alongside driver. Leather seats; BIG dials; even bigger fan thing outside front window whizzing round. Ooooooooh! Oh yeah, and those bluddy great spats, just like a Ju-87 - at least to a nipper like me. Head in skies ever since.
(Still love Tigers though - poor sad G-AIVW in which I flew, all that remains of her is cockpit section at Robertsbridge museum. Haven't the heart to go see)