For Billy, flying in an airplane was pure magic. The moment Grandpa's Piper Cub roared to life, its bright yellow wings glinting in the sunlight, Billy felt a thrill in his chest. He'd eagerly climb into the cabin, buckle the seatbelt, and wait for the world below to transform.

As the plane lifted off, the earth shrank away, and Billy's imagination soared. The patchwork of fields, rivers, and tiny houses stretched out beneath them like a quilt, stitched together by winding roads and sparkling streams. On clear days, the horizon seemed to stretch forever. Sometimes, you can see the outline of a distant city.