“I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky…” - R. Kelly (singer/songwriter). Roughly 20 million people in the U.S. have a fear of flying. I am not one of those people. I have wanted to be at the controls since I was in diapers. I believe that flying a plane was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life, while being the scariest thing I have ever done. By getting ready for my flight, flying the plane and landing the plane, without crashing, I learned that if you put your mind to something you will not crash and burn. There was a lump in my throat the size of a baseball. I was lumbering around my grandparent’s house at 5:00 A.M. I had barely caught a wink of sleep that night. After two hours of aimless ambling I heard a voice,
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Paul told me to pull back on the yolk, plane steering wheel, I pulled back and back and back and the nose of the plane was being pulled off the ground and we clumsily tumbled into the abyss of air. I was being shoved back into my seat, I was off the ground.
I had been at the controls for nearly 15 minutes with my sister constantly voicing her complaints over the headsets, “I want to fly!”, “Luke is annoying!”, and something about me having a bad haircut. Finally after all that, Ansley was allowed to fly for a while. We clumsily climbed over the airplane seats while flying, trying not to kick anyone. After what seemed like a century, Paul finally let me take back control of the plane.
“We are now beginning our descent,” said Paul in a calm tone. I, however, was not very calm. My sweaty hands were on the yolk, I was terrified. We slowly went down as our landing gear was lowered. I felt a hard invisible force and was pushed downwards into my seat, “Wheels on the ground!” Paul said, triumphantly. We had landed. We took what seemed like 10,000 pictures and exited the propeller plane. We had landed the plane without crashing.
“Good job Luke, you didn’t crash like I thought you would.” said Paul jokingly.
“Thanks, next time I might try to fly upside down,” I humorously
Paul told me to pull back on the yolk, plane steering wheel, I pulled back and back and back and the nose of the plane was being pulled off the ground and we clumsily tumbled into the abyss of air. I was being shoved back into my seat, I was off the ground.
I had been at the controls for nearly 15 minutes with my sister constantly voicing her complaints over the headsets, “I want to fly!”, “Luke is annoying!”, and something about me having a bad haircut. Finally after all that, Ansley was allowed to fly for a while. We clumsily climbed over the airplane seats while flying, trying not to kick anyone. After what seemed like a century, Paul finally let me take back control of the plane.
“We are now beginning our descent,” said Paul in a calm tone. I, however, was not very calm. My sweaty hands were on the yolk, I was terrified. We slowly went down as our landing gear was lowered. I felt a hard invisible force and was pushed downwards into my seat, “Wheels on the ground!” Paul said, triumphantly. We had landed. We took what seemed like 10,000 pictures and exited the propeller plane. We had landed the plane without crashing.
“Good job Luke, you didn’t crash like I thought you would.” said Paul jokingly.
“Thanks, next time I might try to fly upside down,” I humorously