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Once There Was A Little Boy

Once upon a time not so very long ago, there was a little boy who fell in love with airplanes.  Spending  his early childhood years in housing for military families, he was fascinated by the big cargo transport planes that flew low over his yard, rumbling as they slowly gained altitude, rattling dishes in the cupboards and making pictures on the walls dance.  His young eyes grew wide with wonder when he was taken to the nearby Army Airfield  to watch giant tanks and trucks roll up the ramp into the belly of those huge planes. 

Travel in the city often took the little boy past the international airport, and he would squeal with excitement when he'd spot his favorite "Femeral Express" (Federal Express) airplanes taxiing down the runway or parked at their small terminal close to the road.  He had a large toy model of a Federal Express plane that rolled down the hallways of the house and "flew" room to room, stopping to pick  up assorted "freight" and passengers enroute.

This little boy's idea of a great Saturday afternoon was a trip to the airport (back in the days when visitors could still go to the gates), where he would stand with his face close to the windows watching airplanes take off and land.  He'd already been on a few of those flights, and knew first-hand how exciting it was! 

It really didn't come as a big surprise when this little boy grew up and chose training as an Air Traffic Controller when he joined the Air Force right out of high school.  One of the most difficult courses , this young man who didn't much care for the demands of schoolwork, excelled and passed through the levels of certification quickly with applied diligence.  He spent the next eight years of his life serving our country in the Air Force, manning control towers both stateside and overseas, including two short tours of duty to war-torn places that made his mother's heart tremble.  She was overjoyed when she knew he was on the airplane bringing him safely home again.

As he got a bit older, this serviceman decided he was ready to settle down and have a place to call home.  So he left active duty and took a job as an Air Traffic Controller with the Department of Defense.  He now spends his days, and sometimes nights, in the control tower at Fort Campbell in Kentucky, guiding military aircraft to safe takeoffs and landings.

Thus, the little boy who fell in love with airplanes grew up to do his dream job... watching aircraft come and go.  Next week he'll be celebrating his 34th birthday, and his mother wonders how the years have passed so quickly.  She smiles as she remembers the little boy who flew his Federal Express airplane in her hallways once upon a time, not so very long ago.

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14 comments:

  1. Beautifully done, as only a mother could do when speaking of her child. Once a mother, always a mother.

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    1. Thank you, Annie... very sweet memories indeed! And the best part is that the little boy grew up to be such a wonderful man with a kind, caring heart! I am very, very proud of him. :-)

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  2. Love it!

    And Always your little boy.

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    1. Thank you Joe! Yes, in my heart he is always that little boy you see pictured above. He has grown big and tall, but his heart remains the same. I sure wish he lived closer!

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  3. That was delightful honey. Delightful. You write so very well.

    Have a terrific day honey. Big hugs. :)

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    1. Thank you Sandee! Needless to say, this was an easy write, a story so close to my heart! :-)

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  4. Awwww, I love this! What an amazing thing that your son had such a passion from such an early age. You are so proud of him, I am sure, and rightfully so! AND tell him THANK YOU for serving our country. It is for those like him that we can celebrate FREEDOM tomorrow.

    Hugs!!

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    1. Thank you Carrie! I think it's pretty cool too that he is able to do something that he loves. Yes, I couldn't be any prouder of my kids, they've turned out amazingly great, and the credit goes to them! I'll pass on the thank you, all our service men and women, past and present, need to hear that more often!

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  5. Sounds like my dad! He would take my brother and me to the airport to watch planes take off and land, when we were kids. Happy 34th birthday to him! I hope it is a good one! : )

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    1. Thank you Joseph! I bet you enjoyed those trips to the airport too!

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  6. Nice to read about the little boy, and see how far he's come. Best wishes to the whole family.

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    1. Thank you, Shimon! It is a story with a very good ending! :-)

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  7. Excellent Josie...a great story written by a very proud mom.

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    1. Thank you GS, a very proud Mom indeed, my son gives me every reason to be proud, he has turned out to be a very good man.

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