CHAPTER ONE. A GOOD PLACE TO START
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It’s Sunday morning, inky and quiet. Even the birds are smart enough to still be asleep. I pull on my socks and slide down the hallway. I switch on Top Gun, keeping the volume low and sitting close to the TV, so as not to wake Mum. I know all the lines off by heart anyway.
Eventually she finds me and starts her well-rehearsed speech on television and square eyes. I nod, but can see in her eyes she’s holding back a smile.
We pile into the car and make our way to Granddad Albert’s. I’m like a puppy that’s heard the word walk, wriggling in my seat, gazing out the window.
I hug mum tightly, jump out of the car and snake along the stone pavers to the shed where I’ll spend the afternoon.
As Granddad works, I watch closely and man the toolbox. His hands are worn and stained like the well loved workbench he’s made a lifetime of furniture on. We move slowly, considering every step in the process. When we come to a problem, we solve it. If I say “It can’t,” he questions “What if it could?”.
I tell Granddad I want to be a pilot when I grow up.
He turns to me, his face crinkling into a smile, eyes twinkling.
“So, where will you go?” he asks.