I can't really point to one thing that made me want to become a pilot. The fire has been burning for as long as I can remember. I have many fond aviation related memories from my childhood that I guess kept me on the track to where I am today. The earliest memory (refreshed by embarrassing home video) of being interested in aviation is when I was 5 or 6 when my family lived in Japan. My dad would make frequent business trips and my mom would always take us kids to the airport to see him off. After seeing him off inside the terminal we would always go up to the observation deck to watch his plane leave...if we could figure out which one it was. In the home video that my parents would never hesitate to pull out if I had a friend over, I get so excited at seeing the airplanes that I would start flapping my arms non stop.
I think my fondest and most vivid memory was when our time in Japan was finished and it was time to move back to the US. We flew on United Airlines from Tokyo to Honolulu and then continued on to the mainland. We were fortunate enough to sit up in the bubble of the 747. I remember the big chair, the view out the window, the first time I ever had a really good steak, and relaxing during the flight listening to Channel 9. But the best part of the flight was when I was invited up into the cockpit. I remember all the dials and switches, the view out the windshield, and somewhere amongst all my stuff I still have the wings that they gave me from my visit. Its really a shame that the cockpit visit has come to an end. That being said, I have noticed that kids nowadays show absolutely zero interest when passing by before or after a flight.
Growing up my life was made up of two things. Airplanes and hockey. Despite being almost my only two interests, a career in either seemed lofty and out of reach. I had always just assumed that I wouldn't be able to make it and would have to settle for something else.
To this day when I hear an airplane fly overhead I can't help but look up. If my wife spots one before me, she will point out out to me because she knows that i would like to know. While not a complete obsession, my older brother also has an interest in airplanes. When we lived in Germany he and I would often take the train up to the Munich airport to watch planes and collect timetables from all the airlines that had them.
So the time came to figure out where I was going to college. I wanted to stay in Germany to continue playing junior hockey to see where that lead, but my parents once again moved to Japan, making that much harder to do. In the end I decided to study commercial aviation at the University of North Dakota. After 4 years (plus a victory lap) I moved on and found an instructing job (through someone I met on jetcareers) in the Maryland area. After 8 months of that I interviewed with Atlantic Southeast Airlines and my life long dream was realized when they hired me on the spot.
Even as I started training at ASA, I had this feeling like "yeah...like this will work out". Three and a half years later I still somehow have my job. While there is a lot of things that come with this job that aren't at all what I pictured them, when the cockpit door is closed, this is the best job in the world. I'm very lucky to be where I am. I look around this website and see stories of people who have worked much harder than I have, only to fall short. This industry is so much about timing and being in the right place.