Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return. (Leonardo da Vinci)

He mentioned something about school and I encouraged him to chatter on about his class and the funny things they would do.

“What do you do?”

What did I do?

“I fly.”

“You’re a pilot?”

“Yes.” That wasn’t a lie.

“Like commercial flights?”

He was impressed. I hated to defer that. “No, I just fly my own plane.”

He laughed. “You just fly around for fun?”

I shrugged. “I guess. I love flying.”

“But isn’t that expensive? Where do you get the money? Oh, are you a spoiled rich kid?”

How could I answer this? My family was rich but I made my own money.

“I have some investments.” That wasn’t a lie.

“Investments? You’re like twenty-four years old.”

“Twenty,” I corrected. He laughed. I loved when he laughed.

“Seriously?”