I was going to say 18 and it was to New Orleans, but then I remembered as a kid, I went up in a small aircraft. It was some type of charity event and they charged by your weight. My mom refused to be weighed so the rest of us went without her.
"MCRD ... where concrete shines!" That's what my Marine friend told me when he invited me to see the place and he was right. (The big, entry hall's floor was concrete and it did shine!)
Yes, I remember it well. My Uncle took me up in an old AT-6 trainer plane when I was 15 and scared the heck out of me! But the rush was so cool that from there on in? He taught me to fly at 15 and I learned to fly all his vintage WW2 restored airplanes. Love to fly but the Docs grounded me a few months ago.
I was only five years old, so I'm not sure if it was a DC-3 or a DC-6, but the 6's were already available by then, so I picked the best. Why not! Nice looking picture too. :)
My first time in an aircraft of any kind was when I was 21. It was for my honeymoon vacation. My first flight was from Watertown, SD to Minneapolis / Saint Paul then from Minneapolis / Saint Paul to Frankfurt, Germany.