For about ten years, I would attend a friend's annual corn roast with my plane. I took all the kids flying, which usually meant that I flew the entire afternoon, thirty or so flights was common. In one of the latter years, a delightful teenager presented herself, and told me that I'd taken her flying (her first flight) years earlier at the corn roast. She was so inspired that she joined air cadets, earned both her glider and powered licenses, and had now been accepted into the Canadian Forces in the hope of being a pilot.