Funny how we tend to have a love of aircraft (not all... I know some who won't go near the things!). As a child, growing up on a croft in remote Caithness, I built all the Airfix kits and watched Daks fly over my house on their way to Dounreay (I think that's what started it)
When we got a TV, I found a series one summer... think I was about 13... where you learnt the theory of flying in 6 programmes. (All about ailerons!)
The last programme was an exam/competition, with a prize of something like a real flying lesson. My Dad came in halfway through and switched to some stupid news or sports programme, and to this day I have never forgiven him!
I still have my scrapbook with hand drawn diagrams of the first jet engines... how sad is that.
I didn't really discover bikes until I was about 16, when a boyfriend got a Norton... it was all downhill after that...