Missed another couple days. Oh well.
I think someday I’d like to learn to fly. You know, like a little Cesna, VW in the sky. My father is a private pilot and used to shuttle us around in a Piper. Up to Rochester to pick apples, or just around Montgomery County for a few hours of fun.
A few times he let me take the controls. It wasn’t hard. Just turn left to go left, right to go right, pull back to go up, let go to fly straight. I wasn’t really flying, just being flown.
So someday, I think it would be fun, to climb back in, put on the headphones, and ferry myself around the countryside for an afternoon.
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