When I was younger, dad used to take me up to meet the pilots after landing, and one time after flying into St Louis, one of them actually gave me his wings. Don’t know what I ever did with them, but that was pretty cool. If I recall right, it was TWA at the time. Sadly, a bunch of psycho terrorists decided to use planes as human filled missiles and now are the doors are kept shut and they no longer let kids see the cockpits