blues deville Posted May 13, 2018 Share Posted May 13, 2018 My dear mother drove me to my first flying lessons at Cedar’s outside Montreal when I was 15 years old. Working after school at a grocery store afforded me one lesson a week and she would sit and wait for the couple of hours I was busy doing my flying. Later on she saw me solo after I turned 16. Two months later I got my drivers license. It was one of her favourite stories she liked to tell people and mine too. To all the mother’s out there have a happy day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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