I remember the day my favorite uncle picked me up at daycare to go flying. Originally I thought I was four, but a quick google search on a historical event and a phone call to my Dad tonight confirms I was only three. So, this was 1985. Must have been spring, or could have been… Continue reading The day I co-piloted and flew a plane at three years old
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Why I love the color, yellow.
My mom has told me the same story four days before my birthday for as long as I can remember. Over the years she's either called me or sent an email retelling me just how it all happened that day. Sometimes, I think that day remains in her mind more clearly than my actual birthday.… Continue reading Why I love the color, yellow.
