Well, first of all, you certainly don' PAY for it. Which means that you drive along the rural roads by your house, or in this case, your parents acreage, until you are the closest you can possibly get to the airfield. And then you join everyone else who had the exact same idea. You have to use your city skills to parallel park between everyone, but that's ok. It's free.
Then you get out your big city stroller and plunk it right into the ditch, because its far too dusty from the gravel to even think about sitting in it. That and the random beer cans that are usually strewn about.
And since you were totally prepared, bring out the snacks and start chowing down.
Then when the snacks are finished, wipe your hands, and tell your mom you are bored, and don't want to watch the airplanes anymore, and is there anything else to eat in the car? Then your grumpy, dusty, hot, cranky mom packs up the giganto city stroller, throws you into the car along with your grandparents and beats a fast track back to the acreage.
Where you find out that the planes are flying over the house anyways, and you could have sat on the deck with a beer and enjoyed the view from there.0