The First Lesson
When I was a Junior in high school, I called my local airport and spoke with the CFI (certified flight instructor) at a flight school to get some information. It was a very productive call that engaged me, and I was able to schedule my discovery flight for the following week.
When I walked through the gate and onto the tarmac, something changed; it went from planes being something cool to me actually going out and flying one. The flight instructor briefly walked me through what he was doing from pre-flight to takeoff, and then we were in the air.
He gave me the controls, and just like that, I was flying, not very well, but I was doing it. Unfortunately, as much as I enjoyed it, I could not find time to fit training into my schedule with school, sports, and other extracurriculars, so I put training on the back burner.
Then, during my second semester in college, I found myself with a lot of free time, so I decided to head down to the local airport and start training. And just like that, I was on my way to becoming a private pilot. And it’s safe to say there were some unexpected experiences along the way.



















