So a little about myself and my humble beginnings. My name is Rickie, and I'm 27 years old. My parents are both Chinese, so naturally that made me Chinese too. I grew up in Broadstairs, Kent.
My dream came alive when I boarded my first flight at 8 years old. I remember clearly it was an indirect British Airways flight from Gatwick to Hong Kong with a stopover at Delhi. It was a childhood moment that I remember ever so clearly. I remember standing in front of the glass at the departure lounge and just staring at the aircraft before we boarded. Unfortunately when we did board the flight we got sat in the 4 center row seats :( Not much of a problem, I remember still being able to see out of a window as the aircraft was taxiing. I remember the excitement to this day, when I saw the runway lights and the plane turning to position itself for take off. When the aircraft fired up its engines, I just remember thinking "woooooooow" it was amazing. I remember walking towards the exit door window to have a peek outside whenever possible just to stare at the earth below. One particular moment was seeing the Himalayas from above, it was a truly spectacular view. I remember the landing too, back then Hong Kong was using Kai Tak Airport, which as most of you know what one of the hardest Airports to land in. It was truly amazing, seeing the buildings and mountains get closer, then eventually seeing the fast moving tarmac appear...
As a little boy and as an adult, I still love the experience of flying. and from that moment on I said to myself "I want to be the man flying this thing", and my dream was born.
My dream came alive when I boarded my first flight at 8 years old. I remember clearly it was an indirect British Airways flight from Gatwick to Hong Kong with a stopover at Delhi. It was a childhood moment that I remember ever so clearly. I remember standing in front of the glass at the departure lounge and just staring at the aircraft before we boarded. Unfortunately when we did board the flight we got sat in the 4 center row seats :( Not much of a problem, I remember still being able to see out of a window as the aircraft was taxiing. I remember the excitement to this day, when I saw the runway lights and the plane turning to position itself for take off. When the aircraft fired up its engines, I just remember thinking "woooooooow" it was amazing. I remember walking towards the exit door window to have a peek outside whenever possible just to stare at the earth below. One particular moment was seeing the Himalayas from above, it was a truly spectacular view. I remember the landing too, back then Hong Kong was using Kai Tak Airport, which as most of you know what one of the hardest Airports to land in. It was truly amazing, seeing the buildings and mountains get closer, then eventually seeing the fast moving tarmac appear...
As a little boy and as an adult, I still love the experience of flying. and from that moment on I said to myself "I want to be the man flying this thing", and my dream was born.
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