A place P calls heaven – Airport

We spent our summer vacation traveling quite a bit.  We planned a multi-modal, multi city travel and managed to travel by all modes of transport – car, double-decker buses, trains, trams, subways and of course P’s favourite planes. It was a fist for P in many ways. His first road trip, first air museum, transport museum, first experience of sitting in a fighter plane cockpit, cockpit experience in a retired nuclear bomber, Legoland, theme park, farms, horses and walking for long stretches just taking in the beauty of nature.

There were a zillion questions and wondering and marvel at every point and I was prepared for some sort of translation into art when we came back. I expected him to draw planes, nature, the farm with its farm animals etc. and that too much after we settled in after our long journey.

Much to my surprise (or not!), P got into action the minute we put our bags down at home. He quickly scurried to get his wooden planks, planes and knick-knacks to re-create the big busy airports he saw. It was the first time he had seen parallel runways, subway trains for terminal transfer and of course so many A380s, dreamliners and jumbo jets taking off and landing as if on his request. It was certainly a dream come true for my little fellow.

‘I don’t want to miss the details amma’ he told me when I asked him what prompted him to get to work asap. Sure enough, he hasn’t missed any!

 

 

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One thought on “A place P calls heaven – Airport

  1. Amazing blog and very interesting stuff you got here! I definitely learned a lot from reading through some of your earlier posts as well and decided to drop a comment on this one!

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