Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Shortest $100 Hamburger Ever

I took my three-year-old son for his first trip in an airplane yesterday. We flew from San Carlos (SQL) to Palo Alto (PAO) -- a whopping 1.7 nm. My wife and I figured it was a good first flight for him. We were worried that he would be scared, and we thought that if he was too scared to get back on the plane after landing in PAO, I would fly solo home to SQL and drive back to PAO to pick him up in the car.

Needless to say, he wasn't scared. He was actually rather blase about the whole affair. He was excited to be flying and wanted to get back into the plane to go home, but his first flight wasn't the big deal that my first flight with an instructor was, nor was it as big a deal as my wife's first flight with me. For him, it was just another way to travel. He spent most of the time looking at a book he had brought along or fiddling with his headset. On the way back from PAO, we did a bit of sightseeing around the San Francisco Peninsula. As my wife and I pointed out various landmarks to each other, my son fell asleep!

So I guess flying is no big deal when you're three years old. It's just another way to get to lunch. You have no idea how much time, energy, money, perseverance, or sacrifice it takes to get a pilot's certificate.

And that's exactly the way it should be when you're three years old.