My favorite childhood memory is the first time I’ve got into a cockpit and could take a photo with an airplane pilot. I was 9 years old. My grandmother, my cousin and I were flying by LATAM airlines. When we arrived our destiny, I asked to a flight attended if I could visit the cockpit. She told the pilot and he allowed our entering. Getting into the cockpit was very thrilling for me, and that day I decided I would become an airplane pilot when I get grown-up. Despite that, people change their wills, and now I’m at medical college. Unfortunately, I lost the photo, so that moment only exists in my memories now.