Hey Cleveland, welcome aboard from central N.C. I took my first commercial air flight at ten-years-old, solo, from Chicagoland where I lived, to visit my cousin and aunt and uncle in the Cleveland suburb of Westlake. They had a pool and we had a blast. My uncle took us to an Indians game. My buddy at home went with us to the airport to see me off and commented to my folks that the plane looked a little rickety! I think he'd noticed that the wings shook as it was warming up; I doubt he'd observed much aircraft. My dad had me save up for the trip, but I feel sure he paid a lot of the ticket. Cleveland may not have pipes, but has the Rock'n'Roll Hall of Fame.