Oh god, I remember flying as an unaccompanied minor and my Mom meeting me right at the gate. Or leaving me off at the gate in high school. I kind of miss that, if only because it's a long and lonely schlepp now.
I BET. I don't remember where we practiced, somewhere in the mess of roads around the Carter Barron, I think. With fewer nervous security guards to twitch at my stalling out or grinding my poor mom's car's gears. ;)
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Date: 2016-03-01 06:47 pm (UTC)I BET. I don't remember where we practiced, somewhere in the mess of roads around the Carter Barron, I think. With fewer nervous security guards to twitch at my stalling out or grinding my poor mom's car's gears. ;)