Notoo7

I fell in love with aviation as a child in the 1970s. The sound of jets overhead, the sight of wings cutting across the sky — it all meant something to me even then. But because of a physical handicap, lost my leg after being hit by a car, learning to fly was never in the cards. As much as I dreamed about it, the cockpit of a full-scale aircraft was out of reach.
Over the years, I thought about getting into RC aviation more times than I can count. Every time I got close, life stepped in — responsibilities, work, timing. The dream never went away, but it kept getting postponed.
In 2021, something changed. My wife encouraged me to join the local RC club just down the street. What seemed like a simple suggestion turned into a turning point in my life.
I sometimes wish I had started sooner. But there’s also something powerful about coming back to a dream later in life and finally claiming it.
Every flight now isn’t just a hobby. It’s a reminder that it’s never too late to find your sky.