62 years on... Pre-flight nerves

He looked pretty nervous I must admit. Well not 'nervous' actually, mesmerised is a better word. Perhaps in a reverie of time past? It was moving for me to be there aswell. Grandad had told me how one particular instructor had given him a chance from which thereafter he got the knack for flying aeroplanes. And then 10 or 20 years later, after retiring from being a flight instructor himself, he bumped into an ex-student of his (who was also now an instructor) who came up to him and furiously shook his hand, thanking him for teaching him a manouvre that he was struggling to master, lest he'd have to give up his dreams of being a pilot.

"I said to him that I was particularly pleased to have helped in that way becuase, that's what someone had done for me 25 years earlier"

And there's me, waiting with him, to watch him do something he'd done nearly 3 of my lifetimes earlier.