It's been in my life since I was born.
When I was a child I would cry all night and refuse to sleep, pretty much most nights I'd be screaming, and the only way my dad could stop me crying was to point out stars and he'd say they were broken down planes and then we waited for a real plane to come and tow it back to the airport.
My dad had his PPL and I would fly with him at a young age, I even remember attending the disco in the club house when I little.
Always been aeroplane mad, used to get people to buy me toy planes then I'd throw them off the balcony in hope they'd fly. Much to my upset they broke.
There's no way I could pick a career other than flying.
I'm still not keen on sleeping.