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Flying will always be a fantasy for me. As a boy, I dreamed I could fly, sometimes even without the benefit of an airplane. It was usually a frustrating dream, however. Somehow I could never quite do it right. In my waking life, I always look up when I hear a motor overhead, and follow the plane with my eyes the way some men turn and watch a woman walk by. (And yes, I've been known to do that too.) I took lessons for a brief time until I ran out of money. Light planes are my favorite. Jet airline flying is not real flying to me, although I'll admit to holding my breath the first few times on takeoff (the rotation of a jet when its wheels leave the runway is a different experience altogether from the feather-light lift into the air of a Cessna, when the sudden feeling of stillness announces that you're airborne!)

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