How did you get into Aviation?

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My dad was a head mechanic in the test cell for Pan Am at JFK but I always loved planes and cars from a very early age
 
I must've been about 4 when my aunt bought me a tin(?) airplane. It was painted these beautiful greens and browns. I couldn't understand why they would put "bullseyes" on it, though. About a year later. I got another one from my aunt after the original was written off for salvage. She told me it was something called a "Spitfire". I finally understood what the cat in a Warner Brother's cartoon meant when he said "Look at me. I'm a Spitfire!"
 
My father told us that while living in Washington D.C. from 1941 - 1945, our apartment was under the flight path of Boling Field. He claimed I would sit on my tricycle in the rear yard and watch P-40s landing. He said I would look up at them until I fell over backward hitting my head. I don't think there was any permanent effect, as I'm all right ....I'm all right .. I'm all right.
 
I blame my parents, my Father served in WW2 British army. Not long after I was born My Father and Mother would take me up to the back of a local airfield where they were filming something called "The Battle of Britain" so I saw Spitfires, Hurricanes, Buchons and CASA 2.111s....
 
I guess I was possibly born with a love of aircraft, and then really got the bug when my older brother took me to the local airport in the late 1950's, when I was around 7 years old. He was a member of the enthusiasts group there, and they were allowed access to the hangars, ramp and most areas, in the days when airport security didn't really exist.
Great to see the civil aircraft of the time, mainly Dakotas, Vikings and Ambassadors, with the odd "exotic" types, such as Viscounts, Constellations, Bristol Freighters, and maybe even a Britannia, alongside light aircraft such as Austers, Proctors, Tiger Moths and so on.
Even better was being able to get up close, and even be allowed access inside many of the aircraft, with the ultimate excitement being when I sat in the co-pilot's seat of a Dakota (an ex-RAF, WW2 veteran) and "helped" to taxi it.
 

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