Marty looked out across the field and couldn’t contain his excitement.he ran over to his dad and asked “can we go now…please?”, his dad smiled and nodded.

The walked down and his dad looked around for just the right one, “How about that one?” He asked. Marty shook his head no, “I want the red one.”. His dad didn’t know about that one it looked pretty aggressive, but finally he relented and told the dragon handler to grave the red dragon over so his son could start his lesson.

Marty began jumping up and down as the instructor came over with the dragon he had chosen. “Now put your hand out and let him touch your hand.” The instructor said. Marty put his hand out and immediately there was a connection.

The instructor and Marty’s smiled, “He’s a natural.” , the instructor said and showed him how to climb on his back and how to hold the reigns. “Now when you are ready to go just rub his left ear.” The instructor said and stood back.

Marty took a deep breath and rubbed the back of the dragons ear and went flying into the air. He was clearly a natural at the flying. The father watched him make maneuvers that even the most experienced flyers weren’t able to complete. He knew his son would soon be a licensed flyer, and he couldn’t be prouder.

When he finally landed Marty’s smile couldn’t show more pride as the instructor handed him his new license. “Now remember you have a responsibility that most people would love to have…be responsible and use this privilege wisely.” The instructor told him.

Marty flew his new dragon home…his dad flying next to him dragon flyers father and son.