My very first memories are when I lived in Guam back in 1967-1969. I remember getting a toy airplane jet that rolled on the ground, lit up and made lots of noise. It was at this time I knew I wanted to fly. I also received my first cork pop gun. I got in trouble with it for shooting my brother Jeff and the neighbors at the Naval Airstation. I was smart though I would jab my gun into the ground and get mud in it and then shoot everyone ~chuckles~ It was only a matter of time before the gun w...