In the blood.
I was always fascinated by aeroplanes. My father was a Horsa pilot (Early hours of D-Day). I suppose it was a combination of those things. I remember Dad making me an airfix hurricane circa 1967, and it being placed on the mantle piece out of my reach...I think that was the start. Tried gliding at age sixteen, but just couldn't get the hang of it. At age around 26 wandered into RJS aviation at HalfpennyGreen, asked about learning to fly and had the disease ever since...I'm not looking for a cure.