red4golf
Line Up and Wait
Have patience. Sometimes the quiet ones are deeply absorbing the experience.
This was me during my first flight. My dad's work buddy took me up in his Taylorcraft when I was about 13 or so. It was my first flight and I couldn't wait.
I was the kid that actually read Chuck Yeager's biography when it came out in 6th grade and couldn't read Pappy Boyington's fast enough when I found out my sister-in-law was his granddaughter and especially after having met the gentleman that shot him down.
So, what did I do when we got in the plane? I stared at the wire on the fuel cap, hardly looked out of the side window because we were so high up, and sat quietly so I didn't interrupt his focus on flying or the radio. I did watch everything that was going on with the gauges, controls and on the radio.
I was so excited that I think I was in overload. To this day I wonder if he knew how much I loved that experience. Here I am nearly 30 years later flying every chance I get and thanking / blaming both him and my dad for exposing me to this world.