Why do I do it

When I was in California, I went to an air show. A few days later, I paid one dollar for my first airplane ride. As soon as I left the ground, I knew I had to learn to fly. I had come to an airfield in Los Angeles to see Neta Snook. Neta was a pilot and flying instructor. She agreed to teach me to fly. I learned fast. Neta called me a "natural". For my twenty four birthday, I got the best present I could imagine: my own plane. My mother and sister put their money to buy it.