Father

The Perfect Father

When I was 4 or 5 years old, I remember going flying with my Dad. He was an experienced pilot and loved flying a Glider, sometimes called a Sailplane. It’s a light aircraft with no engine that is designed to stay aloft for long periods soaring on currents of air. I don’t have a complete recollection of the day, just bits and pieces of memories. I remember the feeling of

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