No words guys! No words! I woke up so excited that not even the thunder outside could dampen my spirits! I got dressed and ate breakfast reminiscing about how I used to do this same routine 1-3 times a week over a year ago. I had barely slept a wink that night just praying that the weather would be good for flying! That’s right! I was going flying again!
Four years ago my now father-in-law dubbed me his “daughter” to get me into family flying day at the military base, today I actually was his daughter! Today father and daughter were flying together for the first time since I had gone for flight lessons! I was over the clouds (so to speak;P) to be going up. With my little training I could tell that flying in the weather at present would be fine and I was just raring to get up in my paradise! Dad took me with him to the base earlier than everyone else so I could join him for the walk around and start up, hopefully to get a longer flight! We did the walk around, got in the plane and waited for it to be towed out to the apron so dad could do the start up checks.
He called the tower for takeoff permission and we taxied to 31R. “Okay Regan, rotation speed is 65 and your throttle is at your left hand. You are in control.” My heart screamed with joy at those words as I wrapped my fingers around the stick. Steadying my other hand on the throttle lever the pulse in my veins pounded with gleeful anticipation as I opened to full throttle and slowly pulled back on the stick, gaining airspeed and altitude while compensating for a slight crosswind. Pilot Regan was coming back! I am currently running out of words to describe my excitement. I don’t believe I stopped smiling the whole time! We went to my current little abode and circled it. Then we flew a few turns over my dads house with a low and over (pulling a few G’s in the process) to show off to my younger sister who was videoing us as we rumbled overhead. Heading back to base we enjoyed some serene flying enjoying the view and chatting. Then it was sadly time to land which I was also supposed to do. I was definitely a bit rusty but with a bit of talking through is was a nice smooth landing.
By the time the flight had come to an end I felt tears gathering behind my eyes. All this anticipation and now it was over and I’d have to wait till next years family day to fly again. I was going to enjoy this to the very last drop that I could. I definitely know I love flying but I didn’t realize it effected me to the point of tears! I think it was a mix of happy tears and sad tears, I got to fly again and am so blessed in that way, yet I wish for more flying. If I got a sponsorship I wouldn’t think twice about finishing! Any offers? Haha! I gave dad as big a hug as was possible in a plane, trying to make sure none of those tears came out, then got out of the plane so my brother (in-law but that’s not important) could get in for his turn. When I sat down in the hanger I had to close my eyes and just smile, soaking in the pleasant feeling the experience I had just had left me with.