I love to fly! But I hate boarding a plane.
When I say this to people, they look at me a little strange. I guess I can't blame them.
My love with flying started a long time ago.
When growing up in the 1960s in South Dakota, seeing a silver jet liner so high in the sky flying over our farm was a sight I never got tired of seeing.
I remember one especially hot and windy summer day when I was about 10 years old. I decided I would try to fly.
I found one of my mom's old bed sheets and carefully crawled to the top of the largest haystack in the pasture.