I was interested from a very young age. Being a military child, I had been around planes since birth. My earliest memories are of driving with my dad down the flight line of Anderson AB Guam, and seeing the massive B-52 and B-1s, or the Japanese F-4s, and standing on the roof of the Weather OSS building in at Travis AFB and seeing countless C-5s and KC-10’s for what seemed to be miles, or the constant C-130 pattern work overhead in Ramstein AB, Germany. I remember I could see any aircraft overhead, and name everything about it, at age 6. I lived and breathed planes.
However, when we left the military in 2014, that love diminished. In Colorado, we don’t have that constant background noise anymore. I always said that if we ever left the military, that is one thing I wouldn’t miss. But I did.
But it all came back when I traveled to Los Angeles International Airport.
I had traveled to LA many times before, but always either drive or flow elsewhere, like Ontario or Santa Ana. However, the day we wanted to fly, cheapest was out of LAX.
We got thier very early do to traffic fears. There was no one. To kill time, we walked over from Terminal one to TBIT. And there, rounding the corner and coming straight toward us was an Alitalia 777. I vividly remember the look of that massive jet looking straight at me, what felt like 10 feet away. I had seen and flown on a triple 7 before, but for some reason, this was special. Before it could turn in and pull into it’s gate, the pilot waved at me. It made my day. And ever science then, yet again, I was hooked.
Sorry, got a little sentimental on that one.