Do you remember being a kid? Do you remember running all over the neighborhood until you heard the faint voice of your mother calling you home? I sure do…
When I opened Jeffrey Kennon’s book, “The Day I Learned To Fly” and started to read, those long summer days of yesteryear came flooding back.
Jeff was eight-years-old the day he learned to fly. Sound implausible? Perhaps, you’ll have to read on.
From his families “metal shed of magic and imagination,” Jeff got to work building a push kart. “You can build almost anything, except maybe a submarine, out of 2×4’s, nails and hammer… trust me.” Does that ring a bell?
Ready for his first push cart trial run, “an airplane streaked overhead,” and the push cart immediately began to evolve into an airplane, as only an 8-year-old can do.
If your kids, or grandkids, are nose down in something electronic (like mine often are), The Day I Learned To Fly might be just the inspiration they (and perhaps you) might need to find your own “shed of magic and imagination.”
The Day I Learned to Fly is available on Amazon for less than $15 and well worth the journey down memory lane and off to your adventure.