These were the mornings I lived for; I must have been around 7 years old. These were such glorious days; filled with glee and excitement. All four of us ( Me, Lucie, Thaina, and Melinda) bunched together in the car waiting for that moment of the thrill. Your spirit was beautifully infectious. You would be there, and always will be ingrained in my memory as the man who taught me to fly.
As we drove to school along the inside road in Delmas 33 which leads to 75, there would be what seemed like the most humongous hill( at least it appeared as so at the time). And as you would sneak in to it, revving up the car in preparation.. I would close my eyes in unbelief, my breath would quicken in excitement and anticipation. As we ‘ d zoom up to the very top of the hill the car would fly. The car would suspend in the air for what seemed like hours and we would cheer in excitement. I would hold my breath and my heart would stop in awe . We defied gravity. We were flying.
And now as I look at the world, everything seems attainable. I mean hey, I flew at 7 years of age! I defied the impossible. I can fly. One would never realize the impact these simple rides had on how I now view the world .
Thank you for teaching me to fly.
May you forever rest in peace,