As a kid, I was obsessed with flying: I rode my Schwinn Stingray to the John Wayne/ Orange County Airport (SNA) every day after school to "hang out" near the bulletin board at the north tiedowns. I would wash planes for the chance of a ride. It was a different world then: no security fencing, no paranoia, just camaraderie and fun. To no one's great surprise, I earned my Private as soon as the law allowed.
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