I would love to here how everyone here got involved in aviation!
For me, It all started (rather late) with the logbooks of my grandfather who was an airforce pilot and flight instructor with his own flight school (sadly he retired before I was born). They gave me such a romantic idea of aviation; flying across Europe, America and Africa in light aircrafts. And the idea stuck. Discovering the world at my own pace, not worrying about a thing. Sinds then I wanted to fly (to the displeasure of my parents).
But what about you guys? Let me know in the comments!
Honestly, I couldn't tell you where my love for aviation started. I am the only one in my family who flies. I think maybe it came from constantly flying commercially to visit my dad in Northern California from Southern California as a child. Then my after High School, my Mother asked me what I wanted to do. I replied "I want to fly airplanes." Maybe for the freedom it gives you. Or when you're soaring through the sky, all other worries disappear and all that matters is flying that aircraft.
However, my Mother said I wanted to be a pilot as a young boy, but I don't recall ever dreaming of one day becoming an airline pilot. But as of now, I am a private pilot working on my instrument rating. And one day I will be a airline captain.
Thats the classic story isn't it? From a very early age completely in love with flying.
Flying was pretty much in my blood. Both my Grandfathers were pilots. One of them flying B-17's in WW2. The other owned several planes and served as a FAA Examiner and flight instructor. My dad worked his way through law school as a flight instructor. Sadly, all of them stopped flying before I was born. As soon as I was able to afford to learn to fly, I did. One of the best things I've ever done. Flying has grown into a big passion of mine.
My love for aviation was a young age. I loved going to air shows. My father got his PPl when he was twenty but hasn't flown since. One day when I was twenty I decided to do the same thing and pursued my PPL. I was going to pursue getting my commercial license but by then I had started a family of my own and it wasn't a good idea for me to to change carriers at that point. But as luck has it I purchased my own aircraft in 2014 and I have taken my family on many treks across Canada. I am so happy that I went this route because it gives me the freedom to see the world from a different set of eyes. I'm just loving it.
Ever since I was a small kid, I was always fascinated by aircraft. All I asked was books on airplanes and everybody remembers me as the kid that runs out of the classroom everytime I hear an aircraft overhead. Specifically a Philippine Air Line BAC 1-11. My family moved to the US and it was an airplane lovers dream. Specially living in an city where the Stealth Fighters and bombers were made.
Went back to the Philippines and worked. Sadly, like most boyhood dreams, they tend to die out and get pushed aside by life and and priorities. It was in the back burner but never really died. after 10 years of working, I decided that I saved enough to get my PPL. When my family heard that the dream wasnt dead, they supported me to pursue it as a career. Started flying last year and now am a CPL-IR rated pilot and working on my Airbus A320 rating.
Broke as hell and gave a up a career as a regional market analyst, but I wouldnt trade it for anything.
I guess I kinda always liked planes when I was young, I always thought how awesome it would be to be a pilot but I never thought I was going to be smart enough to do it. High school was going to finish and I needed to decide what I wanted to do with my life, and I honestly didn't like any of the options, but it so happens that I went with my parents to visit my family in Venezuela. My aunt is married to an Air Force pilot and he took us out to the base one day, gave us a ride in a Super Cougar, and then his brother invited us to watch the Sukhoi 30's and F-16's do touch and goes... I think I was hooked from that moment on, I decided to work hard, get my grades together and fly. I didn't get to grades I wanted to, but I improved and was in the top 8% of the State academically, so my dad agreed to finance my training and help me make it happen. It's not always easy, but I'm sure glad I did it!
I knew i wanted to become a pilot since I was maybe 4 or 5 years old, my dad is actually works in the same airline I do and I remember as a child always listening to my dad and his friends talk about airplanes, if i had good grades in school my price would be flying out on a weekend with dad, he took me to the different fairs and airahows. So when I graduated from highschool I was sure about what I wanted.
In all honesty, I have no idea when or why it started. None of my family members or even extended family were even close to aviation, I was definitely the odd one out. All I could really think of when I'm asked that question is an early childhood memory of me sitting in the window seat and watching the world get smaller and further away from me. That frame of reference got firmly imprinted in my memory ever since that day, and I still pursue it with a never-ending passion, That's the best way I could put it.
I was afflicted with the obsession of flight at birth and have yet to find the cure. 47 years and 10,000 hours later, I'm not sure I ever will...
I grew up on airfield as my both parents fly. They never forced me to fly or do any sport with which I didn't come up myself. Short after I broke my leg when I fell from a horse, juniors gliding championship was about to take place at my home airfield. As everyone was talking about all the flying experience there, I slowly started to fall in love with it. Then I went to some competitions as a scorer and one my friend took me for a flight with Duo Discus. And that made that love real, I was smiling as silly for three days after the flight. So I went to many part-time jobs and started with gliding. I keep falling in love with gliding every single flight. It's boundless freedom, overcoming myself during competitions and experience something magical everytime.
Mine started with my dad. He was a multi thousand hour instrument rated pilot before I was born, but for numerous reasons he has never been current in my life time. But he still always taught me the love of aviation. The very first place I went out of the house as an infant was with my dad to O'hare airport where he worked at the time and we went to look at airplanes. Then when I was very young we moved right next door to small airstrip on the outskirts of town in Oklahoma and I spent the next 5 years growing up wandering around the old T-Hangers and spending as much time as I could there.
I actually made a short video about it recently because I still go back there as often as I can. You can watch it here.