The local aviation club offers children an opportunity to fly—weather permitting—on the second Saturday of the spring and summer months. The challenge is that only a handful of spaces are available each month. After trying to get Mason a flight for nearly a year, I finally got him in!
The flights take place at an airport that coincidentally is in the neighborhood where we first lived as a family, so we made this into a morning activity with a family breakfast at the airport before sending Mason off into the sky at the mercy of a total stranger.
I loved watching his excitement!
As it turns out, his pilot was a United Airlines pilot, which is much more reassuring than “dude with a plane who likes to pretend he is a pilot on the weekends.”
They took a 15-minute flight around the area, and Mason said his favorite part was seeing the city skyline from the air.
We were able to talk to both Mason’s pilot and another United pilot (whose hub is in Europe—so he flies the big bellies like what Mason wants to fly!) about the commercial pilot career path. While Mason was hoping to avoid college, both pilots agreed that he should get some sort of advanced degree and consider getting his pilot’s license around age 16. Looks like Mason now has plans…
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