My first husband ran off with his secretary, so I had my ears pierced and went for a ride in a glider at Booker, Wycombe Air Park. Both completely out of my comfort zone, having been a housewife and mother for 27 years, wanted to do something crazy and defiant, at the age of 50. It was the glider lifting over the hedge behind the tow plane that enchanted me...it could fly! When we landed after half an hour I said I want to go again.
3,000 hours later.....
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