> It was my 13th birthday, making it November of 92. I had been on this huge wanting to become a pilot thing for a couple of years and my parents paid for me to go up in a piper cherokee, don't remember which model. We were up for about 30 minutes flying above the city of New Orleans. It was wild.
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> My next flight was the following summer, I went to iowa with my youth group on a mission trip. We flew on about three different kinds of boeing jets, don't remember which models. Havn't flown since then :(

That sounds great, flying over New Orleans in a light plane! I saw it once from a jet, and even at that speed and altitude, it was all laid out like a map. I could see the Mississippi, and it's bridges, Canal Street, the Superdome, and Algers across the river. I never quite picked out Bourbon Street, and Harrah's wasn't built yet. Next time, maybe I can see it at night.
Howard