I too, have a story of a little boy who dreamed of flying.
He drew sketches of airplanes he had seen flying overhead, as he lived very near an airport.
He would run down steep hills with pieces of plywood, like a wing, trying to lift off of the ground.
His mother worked for the FAA and he got to go into the tower on a regular basis and gaze wonderously at the airplanes below.
One day, an ATC (air traffic controller) asked him to go for a flight in a his Cessna 152. He did, and from that moment on, he knew exactly what he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

Do you know who that little boy was?


It was Billy Collier, two streets over.

I wonder what ever happened to that kid?












But seriously. Good stuff here guys.