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As icy wind flew past my tender young skin, I held
tightly onto the jawstick of a fighter plane sailing the skies
above the World War II battle scene. My father was the pilot and I was his co-pilot.I enjoyed the unpredictable swaying motions of the plane as it decended, preparing to attack.
By e look in my father's hazel-brown eyes and the expression on his face, I knew he dreaded wars,hated guns and explosives. Just at that moment, when my father drifted into a daze, a Japanese tank opened fire. Although I was quickwitted and tried to dodge the attack, the plane's right wingwas blown off. As the plane plunged vertically towards the cold earth, I hugged my father with the remaining time I had left, wishing that wars would not exist. At that moment before the plane exploded in mid-air, I awoke with beads of sweat soaking up my clothes and streams of tears were flowing down my cheeks. Although that was only a nightmare, part of it was true. My father was a pilot in World War II, who was shot down and was one of many who did not survive.
When I was about five, father aced his flyingtest and was issued a license to own a plane. Having saved enough cash, he purchased a one seater plane with shiny propellers and a maroon body. That evening, Mother went to a local grocery store topurchase cooking ingredients for dinner. Father secretly whispered to me that we were going to 'touch' the sky.
Being a one-seater plane, I sat uncomfortably on Father's lap as he started up the engines,I was facinated with all the buttons and metres indicating the plane's fuel, time and maximum speed limit.
Slowly as the plane inched forward of a snail's pace, we found ourselves lifting from the flatfield of grass and Mother screaming her lungs out seeing that we were going for a joy ride before dinner. I chuckled happily and nudged the joystick, causing the plane to jerk. After that accident, I was warned not to make any sudden movements which would startle my father. Intending to conserve fuel, Father decreased speed and glided at a constant height which I felt uncomfortablewith.
Not long there was a huge lake. I was once told that the source of water has been diverted from the lake to our hometown, causing the lake to become a public swimming pool. Staring at the lake's once clearwaters. I caught glimpse of a rainbow like figure changing shape so often as the mild current. When I gazed view of auroras. like a blanket of magic across the night sky.
I never wanted that evening to end. It feltlike I had the whole sky in my reach, for a brief moment as I was bedazzled by the magnificence at the vast wonder of nature, I thought that the sky was made for me. A pat on my shoulder brought me back toreality. That night, I swore to become a pilot, I did not care what type of pilot I became or what plane I flew, I just wanted to fly. I wanted to touch the sky again.