When I was 3, I flew in a Vjet and was instantly hooked.
I spent a lot of money, time and effort and eventually got in. (nothing unusual there) I left Quaintarse recently after only a few years. It wasn't the place I expected. The aircraft are tired, the paint is fading, the interiors worn out.
Shortly after I handed back my company stuff, my dad said a funny thing.
"You chose a good time to get out."
