About a year and a half ago, my now 11-year-old son started Junior High School at the Gymnasium. As a special treat I decided to buy him a “time travel” trip on the Candy Bomber. As young children are not allowed to fly by themselves, I bought myself a ticket, too. And one for my wife.
Here’s the background:
In September of 1965, as a little tyke of two and a half years old, I flew for the first time in my life. Hard to imagine now, but so it was.
Start of the flight: Central Airport Berlin-Schönefeld. Destination: Heringsdorf. Airplane: an IL-14, a distant cousin of the DC-3.
On the way onto the tarmac we passed through to a back gangway underneath the wing. For the first time in my life I saw such huge tires! They looked so soft and fluffy, that I tore away from my mother’s hand, ran to the vehicle and gave it my all in a big kick to the tire. My foot still really hurts today recalling this. Later I got a soothing bandage and some yellow candies to suck on against the cabin pressure.
I told my son this story a few years ago, who took good note of it, as it turned out later. Now some photos of our flight with the original:
All in all, a wonderful afternoon I was able to give my son!
After the landing we had a chance to take some photos with the “Old Lady”. Here are some pics of my son:
Almost as it was 45 years ago.