These wings were given to me on a plane to Philadelphia by the pilot. I was just a tiny little baby at the time. It was the first time I was going to America. I was adopted from Colombia by my parents before the age of one. My mom, being overly excited of course, let the whole plane know I was adopted and coming home for the first time. The pilot heard the news from the flight attendants. He then came over to me and gave me a pair of wings. I don’t remember this because I was a little baby and probably trying to eat my own foot. But you best believe I’ve heard this story a million times by my mother. The wings that I was given have been in my baby book for almost twenty-two years now. The Philadelphia airport will always have a special place in my heart.