I got my first kit on Christmas when I was 8 years old. I don't really remember what it was. I built a few cars and pickups until one Saturday morning when I was 10 years old.
This elderly gentleman told his 2 grandsons that they could each invite 1 friend to go for an all day excursion in his Piper Comanche. Now, I wouldn't even climb a ladder back then so my Mother figured I'd say no. When she asked me, they couldn't get to the curb in front of our house quick enough to pick me up.
As we flew around that day, all over the Central Valley of California this gentleman, Oliver Mefford was his name, told stories of his days as a pilot instructor at Rankin Field just East of Tulare, where I was born, during World War II.
Flying around that day and listening to his stories did it. I've been a "winged thingy" and "rotorhead" fan ever since. That's when I got a little more serious about modeling.
Randie