~Flying-A short story~ The engine roared to life. Its noise reminded me of the noise I hear when the pilots turn the engines on in bigger planes, but, after all, they’re both plane engines. The headphones, placed on my head, made me fell like an actual pilot, talking with the other pilot-though my “talking” limited itself to nodding and shaking my head, my microphone not functioning correctly. But, I got excited when the pilot’s words crackled in my ears-making me feel as we were heading on a flight, which we were, but I cannot explain why that specific little item made me so happy. We taxied to the runway then, after a radio call using the Aviation/Phonetic Alphabet, we raced off the runway after a “quick take-off” to quote the student pilot watching us. Even to me, unexperienced in the aviation field, but with some knowledge in the air-traveling one, I could feel the take-off was faster than in airline planes. Now it might just be because the Cessna 172(the plane I flew in) is smaller than the airline ones, but not knowing much in that topic, I could not say anything more. That feeling, of being right below the clouds, seeing the wonderful patchwork of fields and water, looking out the window and seeing the long graceful wing, are part of the things that make me love flying. There’s just something with looking at the world from above that makes being in the air so magical. I gripped the yoke in front of me (after the pilot had told me I could) with excited hands, that soon became sweaty. Enthusiasm? Stress? Probably a bit of both. I loved the sensation of turning the plane with just a slight movement of my hands. Still now, after it’s finished, I can still not imagine I flew. Up in the sky, next to a real pilot, living the first part of my dream. I’m finally flying(literally) to my dream. ♡♡♡
Just something I wrote after my first flight on my birthday! Cover by me! Hope you enjoy! Samantha <3
