The year was 1983, I was 7 years old. We lived in the far North part of Phoenix, and at the time there wasn't much developed in the area. Deer Valley airport was two or three miles away, and we were close to the flight path. It wasn't unusual to hear low flying aircraft and helicopters, with the occasional jet or two. A few weeks prior to the event I remember going to the grocery store, and on the paper bags were these jets. It was an advertisement for an upcoming airshow at Deer Valley airport. I had never been to one, and I really didn't know what it was. My parents didn't seem interested to go, and I can't remember if they had even mentioned a thing about it. However we were going to be witness to this fine act of aerial acrobatics whether we liked or not. I can't recall the the exact day, month, or hour. But I was amazed to see these beautiful blue jets come streaking over our house. The Blue Angels were in town and they were practicing over our house. I was in for a time of pure joy I often wish I could relive over and over. I didn't know it at the time what or who they were. But I was in love with aviation from that point on.
The Blue Angels flew low and fast over our house, and at times so low you could see their yellow helmets in the A-4's cockpit. The sounds these Skyhawk's made were hypnotising, and live on in my memory. One day after school while riding home I watched number 5 go upside down, and he seemed to be just feet off the ground. There was a lot of open space in North Phoenix back then, and these guys just let loose. They did stuff I'd never see fighter pilots do again in an urban setting. I wish I could of recorded it to watch over and over again. The Blue Angels became my hero's, and I loved the A-4 Skyhawk. It looked so good in the Blue and gold colors. I was sad to see the A-4 go, and even though today I still see the Blue's every chance I get. It's not the same with out the Scooter's. The Blue Angels eventually left to go perform elsewhere. But they would return again next year. Sadly though after that, the urban sprawl of 1985 in North Phoenix put an end to the Blue Angels performing at Deer Valley airport. Too many people were complaining about the noise. Noise ? What some consider noise I consider divine music from above.
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