Trent took a deep breath, feeling the excitement of the journey ahead. His son, Merritt, bounced on his heels, eager to begin their adventure. "Ready for the road trip, buddy?" "More than ready, Dad!" Merritt grinned, his eyes shining with anticipation.

Trent glanced at Merritt, who was scribbling furiously in a notebook. "What are you writing there, co-pilot?" "Just some notes about flying," Merritt replied, his voice filled with determination. "I want to make sure I remember everything you teach me."

Trent parked the car and pointed to a sleek, single-engine plane. "There she is, your classroom for the summer," he announced with pride. Merritt gazed at the aircraft, his heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

"Alright, Merritt, let's go through the pre-flight checklist," Trent instructed, his voice steady and reassuring. Merritt nodded, his hands slightly trembling as he followed his father's lead. "Got it, Dad. I'm ready," he whispered, his eyes wide with focus.

Merritt felt a surge of exhilaration mixed with awe as he took the controls. "You're doing great, son," Trent encouraged, observing his son’s growing confidence. "Thanks, Dad. This is amazing!" Merritt exclaimed, his voice filled with pure joy.

Trent turned to Merritt, his heart full of pride and love. "There’s something special about being up here, isn’t there?" "It’s like we’re free, like nothing can hold us back," Merritt replied, understanding the gift of flight that his father was passing down to him.