One summer when Iw as a kid (I was probably 9 or 10), my dad came home and picked me up in the middle of the day for an "errand" we had to run. I wasn't told what was going on until we got to the hangar and they opened the door. We went for an hour or so ride in a small plane (some sort of Cessna, IIRC) and I had strict orders that I was to never speak of this outing to my mother or sister.
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Originally Posted by johnco
my daughter's first flight. her mother still doesn't know about it a decade later
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