Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

A few days after 9/11/01 I remember sadly thinking that kids will never be given plastic aviator wings and sit beside the pilot while he explains the gears and levers. It seemed like a sad loss of a way of life. I remember when my dad took me to the cockpit and it was a huge deal for me.

But today when I was boarding the plane, I noticed that a mother and father were waiting for their kid to come out from the cockpit. I looked in and saw the pilot explaining and showing some kid all about how to fly a plane. This was the happiest thing that I saw all day.

I guess there're still some of life's little freedoms intact during our never-to-end war on terror.