Kids & Airplanes
Minnesota Flyer Magazine 2002
Growing up with the passion of aviation
in my blood kept me from many other temp-tations as a kid. Other kids I knew wasted their time and energy with drugs and alcohol. I held a fear of ever doing something that would prevent me from my goal of becoming a pilot. I received my pilots license as a teenager and had my first flying job by the time I was 20 years old for Lowell Lundstrom Ministries in Sisseton, S.D.
Not all kids fall in love with flying
like I did. My own chilren have acted differ-ently towards aviation even with a dad as possessed as theirs. They all have log-ged time flying with me across the country for holidays, to see air shows or flight breakfasts.
Now don't get me wrong, I haven't
pushed flying on my kids. I believe that a peron needs to find their own passion. My 17 year old daughter said she'd like to learn to fly,- maybe,- someday. My 16 year old son would rather crawl to the back seat and sleep.
But my 3 year old is actually showing
some interest. He has massed a collection of matchbox size airplanes and fly's them everywhere, even in the tub. And when dad has to go to the airport to preflight the company plane for the next morning's departure, he gets upset if I leave him behind and don't include him in on the walk around. He can even pick out the Pitts in a crowed hanger (that'll melt any dads heart).
It's that one out of 10 kids that
gets hooked and will ultimately determine our aviation heritage and future. All my kids know what a fly-in breakfast is. They have experienced OshKosh and Fun & Sun and have seen Patty Wagstaff and Sean D. Tucker perform their magic.
It's our responsibility as parents,
grandparents, uncles & aunts to at least present aviation to our children. The EAA is well on its way to recognize the import-ance of kids in aviation by providing the Young Eagles Program to it's members.
Invite a neighbor kid to the airport.
Get an introductory flight from the local flight school. Find out when the next Fly-in breakfast is, or go to an air show. Watch the expression on the kids face. It won't take long to figure out whether they are interested or not. Regardless, the time spent will be pricless.
To learn more about the Young Eagles
Program in your area, contact the EAA
at (920) 426-4800 or www.eaa.org
by Mike Wiskus
As a kid, I spent most of my free
time and all of my summers with my Grand-parents on their farm. My life was full of adventures and exploration, and my love and passion for avaition would one day be ignited by a single event one hot summer day.
I was 7 or 8 years old when I was
out in the yard and looking up I saw a sleek low flying airplane. It was silent, it was slow and, it was landing in our field. I ran to the machine shed where Grandpa was working and told him what I saw. He jumped to his feet and we ran to the pickup and headed in the direction I saw the plane fly.
We drove out to an area where
just two days prior we had cut and bailed most of a hay field. There it was, way out at the end of the field. I could see it, pure white with one wing resting on the ground. It was a perfect silhouette in the brownish green hayfield and blue Iowa sky.
As we bounced through the field
I heard my Grandpa say, "Looks like one of those sailplanes". I had no idea what he was talking about, all I knew was the closer we got to that plane, the more excited I got.
As we pulled up to the plane, the
pilot was already out and walking around his machine checking for damage or scratches. When I jumped out of the pickup and ran toward the plane, I still remember how hot it was out in that feild the smell of freshly cut hay.
The pilot was a tall man, wearing
what I though at the time was coveralls (flight suit). "Sorry for the inconvenience" the pilot said. "I lost my lift, can I borrow your phone"? "No trouble" Grandpa said, "can the boy look at your plane, he's a little excited". "I'll even let him sit in it", said the pilot.
During the ride back to the
house, I was relentless. I must have asked at least a hundred questions about flying and about his plane. He told me he was from Minnesota and that he just didn't make it as far as he thought he would.
Now, looking back I feel sorry for
that pilot, because for next three or four hours while he was waiting to be picked up, he had to endure more questions and idolization than any astronaut, pro-sports player or super hero would experience in a lifetime.
Mike Wiskus is the president of the Cloud Dancers, the Minnesota chapter of the
International Aerobatic Club. To find out more about the group, check out its website at www.isd/chapter78 or call (952) 943-2182. Chapter meetings usually are held the third Saturday of each month at Flying Cloud Airport in Eden Prairie.
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