I think THAT’S what she WANTED us to think! You’re such a tease, Satine!
My first ride was in a Cherokee 180 over the mountains of West Virginia when I was 5. My dad’s cousin took my brother, grand father and I up, and I remember we circled over my grand dad’s house and waved to my grand mother. I couldn’t tell which house it was, but I waved anyway - LOL. I was too small to see out the window, except during turns.
First discovery flight was when I was about 15. Flew from Manassas, VA to Warrenton, VA and back in a 172. I think it was about half hour to 45 minute flight. The instructor did all the flying and I was just enjoying the ride. Only thing I really remember from that flight was it was during peak fall colors and it was just an amazing sight coming in for landing.
My first real lesson was in a 152 out of Gray Army Airfield near Tacoma, Washington back in my Army days when I was 23. The instructor let me takeoff and we went through straight-n-level flight and did a few turns. He said I was doing a good job, and as we were headed back to the airport, he asked if I was going to land it. I was little chicken-shit and told him, "NOooooo!"
After 50 some odd hours, I had done my long cross country and passed my written test when I had to drop-out due to financial and other personal reasons.