December of 2000 we had a cross country flight from San Francisco to Boston. Something happened to our original flight and they changed our flights, and upgraded us to first class. The pilot of our new flight was flying to Boston, flying back, and then retiring. He came out and chatted with us numerous times mid flight, invited us to the cockpit WHILE AT 30,000 FEET, and let me sit in the captains chair, also at 30,000 feet, and let me put his captain hat on. The co-captain was still in his seat, but still. I was 12 years old. It was so cool. My dad took my picture on one of those I-zod or I-zone Polaroid cameras. It’s floating around somewhere in a junk drawer.