Mark Burns
Well Known Member
Sunday afternoon about an hour before sunset, I land. As I taxi to my hangar which is the second hangar from the entrance gate I notice a young boy taking photos through the gate. A mini-van is parked about 40 feet behind him. I think to myself, I've got to let this little guy in so he can look around!
So I spin around in front of the hangar and jump out of my 7A. I walk briskly over to where he is still standing. As soon as I'm within hearing distance I say loudly "How are you doing". He thinks I said "what are you doing" and he lowers his head and softly says "just taking pictures". I quickly say "No, I said HOW are you doing". He said "fine". I told him I'd open the gate so he could come in and look around. When he heard that he jumped 2 feet straight up in the air and then landed running toward the van screaming "he's going to let us in". I got a lump in my throat.
So, he tells his mom to drive on in and he runs slowly toward me.
The first thing he says when he gets to me is "I'm going to work here someday". I got a lump in my throat.
He's talking 90 miles an hour and I reach out my hand to shake his and ask him what his name is interrupting him. He looks at me and for about 5 seconds it looks like he can't remember his name. Finally "Conner" he says.
Yep, another little lump in my throat.
To make a long story short we (Myself, Zack and Wayne) show him and his mom around for a few minutes before it gets too dark. The little guy must be about 9 years old and has been to the Dayton and Pensacola museums!
He already knows a whole lot about airplanes.
We tell him to come out any Saturday and we can give him a ride. He said "I can't wait to come back"
This was a perfect ending to a perfect day at the airport.
Mark
So I spin around in front of the hangar and jump out of my 7A. I walk briskly over to where he is still standing. As soon as I'm within hearing distance I say loudly "How are you doing". He thinks I said "what are you doing" and he lowers his head and softly says "just taking pictures". I quickly say "No, I said HOW are you doing". He said "fine". I told him I'd open the gate so he could come in and look around. When he heard that he jumped 2 feet straight up in the air and then landed running toward the van screaming "he's going to let us in". I got a lump in my throat.
So, he tells his mom to drive on in and he runs slowly toward me.
The first thing he says when he gets to me is "I'm going to work here someday". I got a lump in my throat.
He's talking 90 miles an hour and I reach out my hand to shake his and ask him what his name is interrupting him. He looks at me and for about 5 seconds it looks like he can't remember his name. Finally "Conner" he says.
Yep, another little lump in my throat.
To make a long story short we (Myself, Zack and Wayne) show him and his mom around for a few minutes before it gets too dark. The little guy must be about 9 years old and has been to the Dayton and Pensacola museums!
He already knows a whole lot about airplanes.
We tell him to come out any Saturday and we can give him a ride. He said "I can't wait to come back"
This was a perfect ending to a perfect day at the airport.
Mark
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