What is your favorite childhood memory?
When I was 6, my father belonged to a flight club. He was the radio operator. Because I was little, he sat me way back in the tail of the Piper Cub and we would fly for a few hours. I remember once we flew over our house and my grandmother was in the backyard holding out her apron in case we fell out of the sky. I wanted to be a pilot in the worse way, but my mother was adamantly opposed.