When I was eight years old I wanted to fly in an airplane.  More than anything in the world I wanted to see what it was like to fly.  My wise mother bargained with me that if I would work hard all summer on a list of specific goals she would take me on an airplane ride. You never saw a more motivated child than I.  All summer I worked very hard.  I earned my flight. 

 

On the appointed day Western Airlines took my mother and me all the way from Pocatello to Salt Lake City while my father drove his car down to pick us up.  They could only afford 2 one way tickets. From up in the air I remember looking down at the BIG PICTURE below.  I actually spotted my father’s car about 5 miles from the airport where he dropped us off.   He seemed to be going very slow.  I saw much more.  I saw little farms, big mountains, small communities, puffy clouds, lonely roads, winding rivers, smooth lakes and solitary trees.  The 25 minute flight was over in the blink of an eye but I will always remember those 25 minutes of my life.