Mine was a Milan-Rome in a grey day of February 1984 to
celebrate my tenth birthday. I do keep vivid memories of that day, because - in
fact - in those times, flying was somehow an "exceptional" event.
Different times, different generations: Leo and Tommy
have already flown plenty of times: Leo for the first time when he was
one-month old. I can't remember exactly when was Tommy's first flight, but it was certainly within his first year of life.
Yet, there is always something "magic" in
taking a plane, and despite Leo and Tommy are seasoned frequent flyers, they are
always somehow excited when they have to take a plane. Moreover, this time was
the first time they had an intercontinental flight…
I wondered what would remain in their memories of this
flight: whether they will have the same vivid images, the same vivid memories that I have of my first flight when they will be over forty-year old.
Only times will tell.
However, what is posted here is what remained the day after.
However, what is posted here is what remained the day after.
The drawing above is Tommy's. What I like is that he
captured the fact that we left in the evening, we flew over night, and we
arrived in the morning - as suggested by the small sun on the left edge (sorry, it is a bit out of the picture - I will take a new picture of the drawing and post it again ).
I am not sure what the five lines on the right edge are.
One interpretation (comparing with Leo's drawing below) is that this could be
the logo of Air China.
The drawing below is Leo's. I like the Air China logo on
the tale of the plane, the writing "Air China" on the body of the
aircraft (both in Latin characters and Chinese ideograms!), and the fact that
he captured (with some irony?) the fact that we were sleeping…
I also like some of the details that captured his
attention, as only the eyes of a child can do: the fuel couplings on the wings
and the hold door for the luggage on the body of the plane.
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