September 6,2016

“You’ll do fine, and have a nice flight.” With those reassuring words from my instructor ringing in my ears, I climbed into the little Cessna 150 and closed the door. The overwhelming fact that I had to fly and land this plane by myself before I could walk on the earth again confronted me like the hot summer air. Holder Watson had only given me a few hours of instruction when he decided it was time for my first solo flight. The few take offs and landings we had done together did not seem nearly enough. Since he always had his hand on the yoke, I wasn’t really sure how much of the flying and landing had been under my control and how much had been under his. Taking off and flying the pattern was easy, but the thought of landing without Mr. Watson’s steady hand on the controls made me more than a little uneasy.

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