During one of my first few flights, last fall, I was sitting in the flight school's office with my instructor and another CFI that works there, doing a post-flight debrief. The window behind the CFI's desk overlooks the runway at an angle. Mid-sentence, a plane takes off from the runway, and the CFI stops talking and all three of us, in unison, turn our heads to see the plane taking off.
I knew that I was finally among like-minded people.
It reminded me of the time recently that I was digitizing home videos that my parents took in the 90s when we were children. There is one tape that my late father took of us playing a youth soccer game. (We played soccer on fields just on the other side of hangars at an Air Force base). In the video, there's a loud roar, followed by the camera swinging away from the soccer game to capture a couple of F-15s taking off. After they're out of sight, he calmly swings the camera back around to the soccer game.
On the label of the video tape, my mom's handwriting says "Kids soccer". Next to that, in my father's handwriting, is "F-15s".