Rock has been taking flying lessons for what feels like not very long. Against his mother's wishes, desires, beliefs, and almost over her dead body it was time for him to take his first solo flight. She was a little bit anxious.
Her baby was alone in an aircraft and taxing to the runway. She could not believe that a competent instructor would allow this to happen.
Thankfully, he made three smooth landings (with one wave off in the middle)
She was pretty excited to see her baby back on the ground.
He already perfected the pilot strut.
It's not very heroic to have your mom run and hug you in front of the other pilots, but he was too happy to object.
Notice the church clothes, he woke up early to go to the temple with the other youth. DeA is certain that is why he did well and did not crash.
I guess it is a tradition to cut off the shirt after a pilot solos.
The pilots in the family.
They let me in one picture.
I forgot, they let me in a second picture. Why am I doing this? It's a callback, the real ones will remember.
Luca loves his cat. His cat just goes limp to survive.
Happy birthday to Leo Boy!
He looks so excited.
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