Photo courtesy of Jon Strohmeyer
Looking back, my mother was pretty brave. I received my flying license at age 17 in Slidell, Louisiana. Shortly after doing so, my mother very enthusiastically jumped in the Cessna 172 with me to fly to visit my aunt in Gulfport. While it was not a long flight, it was quite a trip for me. She was my first passenger! My parents paid for my training and I can't thank them enough. My dad is no longer around for me to thank, but my mother is. Thanks mom! Flying has added an additional dimension to my life, and to that of my friends and family too.