My parents used to live next to a military airfield, and Harvards used to rumble overhead from dawn to dusk, sometimes long into the night. I can still remember standing at the window sill as a nipper, watching these great machines (I used to refer to them as tractors
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Then, like many of you, I built Airfix models (I confess to continuing this in my adult years part time).
I then became an ATC cadet, and took up gliding. I did my first ever solo in a glider (can't remember the type except that it was canvass covered and very old). Then I left school, got a job and took flying lessons. From then on I was completely and utterly addicted, I wouldn't rather be doing anything else. I am now teaching others to fly, and getting a lot of satisfaction from doing so.
All my mates have houses cars and boats, I'm broke. But I wouldn't change a thing, I enjoy my habit too much.
Kermie