Yesterday I flew an airplane.
With help, of course, but there were times up in the air that I had control. And it was amazing.
Steering and breaking with the foot pedals were strange, though. More strangely, perhaps, is how odd I felt in the little Piper plane without a parachute. The last time I spent time in a plane that wasn’t a jet airliner, I was jumping from it.
Oh well. I flew the plane this time. And oh, how much smaller the world seems from up there.