My big brother used to go up to the wings on the back tail of the airplane. So did other kids. Every time we went, I swore that I would join them. I never did. It was too high.
That plane represents a powerful childhood memory for me and - apparently - for a lot of people. Where else could you go to actually climb on top of an airplane or slide down to the nose? Even after the town wisely chose to seal up the cockpit, you could still pretend you were flying.
I drove past it a couple of weeks ago as I often do and was pleasantly surprised to see in this era of video games, laptop computers and TVs in every room, kids still jumped around on that plane just like I did.
Some of them even go way up on the tail.
--- Bruce Andriatch