Finding Aviation in A Boy's Heart As I walked down the cold hallway with my mom, I began to hear the subtle whine and noise of vehicles scurrying around. Reaching the end, the shiny paint and the smell of jet fuel had an almost hypnotizing effect. Walking through the steel doorway into the plane, the flight attendant and the captain greeted us. He stood there with a smile that could cheer anyone up. The gold wings pinned to his chest that reflected the light of the sun with a blinding intensity. As I walked closer to the captain he reached out to shake my hand and asked if I would like to see the cockpit af