Many, many, many moons ago, I was taxying a DC-3 north at Launy and out of the corner of my eye and over my left shoulder I caught a glimpse of something moving.
Yes it was a young boy being held in his mother's arms waving (but waning, as we had passed him). Quick as a flash I threw him the biggest wave I could manage. Well, he almost jumped out of his mum's arms.
I will never forget it. Made me feel good. Somehow, I think he would remember it too.