On March 24, 2008 my grandfather celebrated his 102nd birthday. I asked him about the first time he saw an airplane.
He was 14. His mother had sent him to the store. On the walk back home along the river bank, it began to rain. He ducked under an overhanging cliff to get out of the rain...
He couldn't remember the first time he saw a car. He did remember the reaction Aunt Margaret (of family fable) had upon first seeing a "horseless carriage".
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