I Love Flying
I started flying 10 years ago when I was 17 and then joined the Air Force. I flew Cessnas, the best time of my life is when I soloed on my mom's birthday July 18th. It was the best feeling in the world that only I experienced. Being in the plane by myself, knowing I was away from everybody and in control of my fate at that moment was the best feeling in the world. Ever since that day I have craved it. It's like a drug, I need to get it back. People are shocked when I tell them I used to fly and that's a good feeling to know that I've done something that they haven't.
I remember one time when I was practicing stalling and the plane started dropping, I wasn't afraid in the least. In fact it was one of the best feelings in the world to know I was in charge and I could control what happened. Just writing this brings back so many memories.
My grandpa was a pilot and I have his flight log right next to mine. I guess it runs in the family.
