Anna Falling: My Sam

Posted by winjaw on Jul 12, 2010 in Sams on Sams blog | 0 comments

One spring day my dad introduced me to a friend of his who was building his own airplane. I was 12 at the time. For some reason, I got it in my head that I sure would like to fly that little two-seater airplane. Sure enough, not too long afterward the plane was ready to fly and my dad made arrangements for me to take a ride. After an exhilarating afternoon in the clouds, flying over the rivers...