A Farming Family My family is in the agriculture business.

My father is a farmer, my father's father was a farmer, my father's father's father was a farmer.

My father expects me to become a farmer and join them all, but I don't agree with my father.

Three years ago, on a sunny afternoon, I followed Father to the airport to visit one of his friends.

His friend owned a small airline with two small aircraft.

It was the first time I had seen an airplane.

After my father's friend discovered I had never been in an airplane, he allowed me to fly with him.

When we took off, I felt alive. While we were in the air, I almost forgot I had to return to the ground.

All I could think of was flying would be my aim in life and how I wanted to fly again and again.

When I had time, my father's friend would teach me how to fly. He even let me fly alone once.