When I was 8 I lived in the Texas Panhandle, just outside of Amarillo, on what used to be one of the biggest cattle ranches in the US.
One evening, just before a really nasty storm a cropduster landed on the road right outside our little cluster of houses

. He tied his duster up outside and spent the night. In the morning it was halfway across the field and sitting in a puddle of mud up past the axles.

Myself and two other little boys assisted in the digging out and recieved as payment fifteen minutes in the air each.
My turn consisted of him taking off, making a 90 degree turn and then bouncing off the roof of the barn. (Yeah, barnstorming!) Then he let me handle the stick while he did the rudder. Didn't last too long. Ten seconds after he let go I dipped the wings to about seventy degrees and we were about to go into the ground (about 300 ft) when he yanked the stick away.
After landing I noticed his heart beating through his shirt. Lots of FUN!
