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"My First Flight"
When I was ten I took my first flight, I was a pilot and flew my F-16 through the air with ease; but it took a lot to get to this point. We took several weeks to get my plane built, painted and learning how to fly. Overall I think this is one of the best summers I’ve ever had, and the most fun I’ve had with my grandpa.
It was May thirty-first and I was bored out of my mind. Summer had started off slowly and I desperately needed something to do, so I decided to walk to my Grandpa’s house across the street. When I got to his house, slowly knocked on the door, not knowing what he would suggest. He opened the door and I asked him if he had any ideas of what I could do. He thought for a minute then suggested trying to learn how to fly the old remote control planes he had stored in his shed. We walk to the shed and he showed them to me, I was fascinated and asked him if he could help me build my own to add to the collection and if he could teach me to fly. He soon replied yes and explained to me that he would only do it if I stayed focused and listened to his directions. I nodded yes and told him I would give it my all. We wasted no time after that getting started on the mechanics, he tough me what wires went to what, showed me how hewing flap moved, and tough me how to solder each wire to the correct lead. As we were working he kept saying, “There’s always something to do if you’re willing to look.”
Once we were almost done building he began teaching me to fly. I started with cheap prebuilt planes and it was a good thing to do that because I must’ve crashed thirty or so times. About three weeks into my lessons I began to get the hang of it, and had my first successful flight with a small plane. After my first successful flight he let me fly a medium sized plane and I was surprised to see this seemed easier to fly. I was able to do loops, fly upside down, stall and recover, and even land. It was amazing to finally be able to pull off these simple stunts and I couldn’t wait to learn more. Once I could fly and do basic tricks we went back to the building process and we finished the plane towards the end of June, and all I had left was the paintjob which we finished the next week. My first competition was a week after the final coat of paint was put on, and I was excited.
The morning of the competition was nerve racking, I was so fidgety and nervous. My Grandpa came get me early that morning and we ran final test on my plane. My heart sank because when we went to start it nothing happened, no sound other that a loud gurgling. I thought I was done and wouldn’t be able to fly but my Grandpa assured me it was a simple fix and changed out the fuel lines. After the full lines were properly secured and the tank full of gas the plane started with ease and my excitement returned. After all tests were done and all equipment was packed we turned to the plane and started dismantling the wings to make it easier to haul. We were one the road an hour later, headed towards who knows where I was so excited I couldn’t pay attention to where we were going. I just stared at my remote practicing some of my made up maneuvers hoping they would wow the judges. We got to the flying range and I saw many kids my age there for the junior competition. I was surprised to see that I was the only person flying and F-16 style plane, all the other kids were flying biplane style planes.
The first round started at 1 o’clock and I was ready I did another round of checks before the round and put fresh fuel in the tank. I was third up, and was getting nervous seeing the two kids in front me fly their plane easily with no nervousness. I was jealous of how calm they were but my grandpa helped me overcome some of the first time jitters. Now I was up and I started my plane easily. I took off like a pro and began my routine flying low near the judges as my first trick then slowly transition into a loop de loop, the judges seemed impressed but I couldn’t look at them long, I knew that the slightest error could cause a serious crash and ruin all my hard work.my routine last longer than expected at about ten minutes but the cheers of the crowd told me I was doing okay. I slowly brought it in for the landing and landed almost perfectly overrunning the runway by two feet.
Judging seemed like an eternity and I was more nervous than I’ve ever been. The judges called the top three; it was me, another boy, and a girl. The judges announced third place first and the boy walked up to receive his medal. Now it was down to me and the girl. The judges paused for dramatic affect and after what felt like an hour they called the runner up, and it wasn’t me. I was so excited when they called me up as the first place winner. I was so surprised to have one my first competition in first place.
On the way home my grandpa turned to me and asked,” So did you have fun this summer?”
I nodded yes and he said,” see there’s always something to do if you’re willing to look.”
That summer has by far been one of my most exciting summers ever and I will never forget it. It’s a memory I will cherish for always and I hope to someday be able to fly again but alongside my grandpa and not with him watching.
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