- Annmarie Throckmorton, M.A.
My First Airplane Ride
I was five, my sister was two, and mother was frightened, so it was just father and I going up, up, up in the pontoon prop plane in Bemidji, Minnesota. I remember how excited father and I were to roar over the water, and then up, up, up over Lake Bemidji. I have loved flying ever since.
After that the concrete statues of lumberjack Paul Bunyan, big as a mountain and strong as a grizzly bear, and his gigantic blue ox Babe seemed like small potatoes.
Caption: My First Airplane Ride In A Pontoon Prop Plane
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