Wow. Just Wow.

       Its been a while now since I wrote last, hasn't it? It's once again way to late to be up writing. But oh well. Life has been nothing short of crazy lately as I would assume with the rest of the you. I turned 16 recently which was pretty awesome, really mad me happy. And to answer your question before it's asked. I don't feel older. But all sarcasm aside. The thing that has made this craziness worthwhile was this past weekend. About 2 hours of it actually. I got to go flying for the first time within my memory. I had been before but I was 6 or so. So I have no vivid memory of it, except that the last thing I wanted to do was look down. I went on a extremely windy day this weekend. Which was by no means comforting. As takeoff commenced I could slowly feel the plane lift and the wind was already blowing around the aircraft at its mercy before we were even a hundred feet above the ground. Now as a first time flyer I was extremely scared and was already wanting to jump off this flying hunk of metal. Then I started to look out my window. Wow. Just wow. Since when was my small little town this beautiful? I was entranced to say the least. I was in that state of happiness where your not necessarily smiling but you can't seem to shut your mouth because it's the last thing on your mind. I could see so far. It just kept going until it got hazy. It was in the literal since AWESOME. There were bright blue ponds scattered across the landscape and building upon buildings. I was at home. I forgot about how scared I was. And all this time the plane is blowing every which way and experiencing more turbulence then it did on the initial takeoff. But I didn't care anymore. It wasn't scary. I felt safe. I was at home in the air as cheesy as that may sound. You could see all these places you have spent so much time at during your life through a completely different perspective. It was so weird in a sense. But a good kind of weird. We got places so fast. Destinations that would take an hour to get to took us fifteen minutes. You could see how dramatic the landscape was at times and how mellow it was at others. I knew right then this was on my bucket list. I wanted to learn to fly. I want to learn so bad. I'm obsessed with it. Anytime my mind frees up it goes back to looking down at this Earth that we all seem to think is so tiny. But it's not, it's incomprehensible massive. But I didn't feel small when that was put into perspective. I felt big. There was a freedom there I've never experienced before. And I can't wait to experience it again. So that's how my weekend went. How was yours? Tell me about it. I would love to hear. -Willis(: