I remember . . .

Being with my father as a young child when he brought the entire family to watch him fly. When the frequency sticks were color-coded with two colors instead of numbers.

Boy those were the days . . . and now my father wants nothing to do with us kids [] . . . which really sucks, with him flying for over twenty years (not flying now) he could have taught me to fly many, MANY years ago.

OH, and I particularly remember a mid-air collision at a FunFly my father participated in. I was very young but I remember there being nothing left to either airplane, just bits and pieces floating back to earth.

Boy, now I am depressed, but I wanted to share this with you. But that's OK, I will teach myself to fly this year, with the help of the LHS owner I hope!!!

~ Steve