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I’m not sure why, but one of my fondest memories is being on a 737 US Airways airplane with my Dad as he explains how the airplane flies.

Your dad should always teach you how to fly.

This 737 memory is a lock in my mind, a lock for the happy memories of trips taken for free, gifts falling slowly ascending down from the sky, landings bought by hard work of men my dad knew, my dad knew.

There is this memory I have sitting on the airplane I can still picture the blue seats and remember the feel of them in my skin. Why do I remember this so well?

Is it because I knew my Dad cared, or because he was attending to me in his passion, I think that’s it.

This was his passion and he shared it with me.

Every kid should have that feeling,

That memory is a lock in my mind it’s exactly what I needed to learn my dad’s passion, his passion to fly and help others fly.

If only he could teach me to fly again.

Do you think he remembers this memory too?