The Sugar Flight - a Blog!
|Posted on 20 November, 2014 at 15:50||comments (2)|
When I was 13 months old, my dad returned from a Naval deployment to the Gulf and, with the extra allowances he earnt, he set out to achieve his lifelong dream of becoming a pilot. Over the next 3 months I spent most weekends watching the planes (and learning to walk unassisted) in the hanger of Clamback and Hennesy at Bankstown airport.
Finally, dad got his licence and the fun began! Strapped into my car seat in the back of the plane, with earplugs instead of headphones, I went for my...Read Full Post »