When I was a kid, my parents travelled around a lot. By the time I was eleven I had over 300 separate flights to my pax credit.
We settled down around that time, and through my teens I pretty much forgot about how much fun flying is.
Early twenties, I'd already quit two university courses because of boredom and didn't have a clue what to do with my life, when I read a book by a fellow named Richard Bach. Then I read another of his books... and that was that. A TIF only confirmed what, by that time, I knew to be true. I *had* to fly!
Does *that* guy realize what he did?
