Flying High

This memory is of my first time flying. I don't remember for sure how old I was, I think it would have had to be about 6 because I'm pretty sure it was before my younger brother Kyle was born. It was a Monday night back in the day when my family held Family Home Evening.(an LDS weekly tradition.) I had wanted to go ice skating, so my parents told me we were going to go ice skating that night. I had a pair of my mom's old ice skates and I remember being really excited to try them out. When we got to the building, I remember walking through a dark hallway and wondering why most of the lights were out. "Where is the skating ring?" I remember thinking to myself. Then we walked through some heavy gray double doors and instead of seein an ice ring I saw a small airplane parked on tarmac. "WOW!"

My dad then told me we were actually going on a plane ride, and asked if it was okay with me if we went ice skating another time. :D I LOVE being in high places, and I love flying. "OF COURSE!" was my reply.

My dad had made an appointment at the SLC #2 airport. We flew in a small plan just big enough for 4 or 5 and we flew over the Salt Lake Valley and over the Great Salt Lake. I remember how thrilled I was at getting to go on an airplane ride, and I remember how happy my dad was that he got to surprise me with this gift.