My First Flight in an Airplane

The year was 1958 or 1959. We lived in northern Indiana. My dad had been learning to fly so he could end his farming career and fly for a living. When my dad was taking flying lessons, my mom and sisters and I would go out to the airport with him sometimes and sit and wait for him to take his flying lessons. We would beg my mom for a candy bar from the candy machine. I don't think she ever got us one. Money was scarce. When he got his pilot's license, he rented this Piper Cub and flew my mom and my older sister and me to see my uncle and aunt and cousins in Georgia. My younger sister didn't get to go. She was too small and stayed with my grandparents. I don't remember everything about this flight, except that it was pretty cool flying with my dad. It was fun to look down and see everything from up so high. We stopped at least once somewhere along the way to get gas. This was probably my first airplane ride.  My mom told me that one day when I was very small, I was outside and saw an airplane fly over. I said, "Is that you up there, Daddy?" My dad went on to fly cargo for companies like Zantop, Logair and Universal. I remember climbing into a few cockpits to see where he sat in the big cargo planes. He finished his career flying corporate prop jets. I got to fly with him every now and then to different places and he would let me sit in the co-pilot seat. Now he's flying with the angels.