Personal Narrative On Airplanes

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It was the day I had been looking forward to all summer. It was the day I would be able to take a ride in a glider, which is an unpowered aircraft. Imagine climbing on a paper airplane, and going for a ride. This happened over the summer at an aviation event I attended. I remember waking up in the morning filled with excitement, ready to get up in the air. I could feel all types of emotions on the bus ride to the small airfield. I was excited for what I knew would be an amazing experience, but at the same time nervous and unsure. As we got closer I could see the other gliders soaring through the air. The powerless aircraft being towed by another airplane was an amazing sight. The bus ride seemed to take hours, but finally we arrived. The …show more content…

As we picked up speed, it became extremely bumpy. I was being shaken up in that little glass cockpit like a present in the hands of an eager five-year-old on Christmas morning. The speedometer was slowly climbing. As the needle rose, we began to lift off the ground. The bumping stopped, and the smooth flight started. We began to gain more altitude, and I could see for miles. Everything on the ground was getting smaller the higher we went. The tow plane brought us to the correct altitude, and it was time to release the tether connecting us to the tow plane. I had the honor of releasing our plane. I gleefully reached out and pulled the yellow handle. The distance between the glider and the tow plane grew, until I could no longer see or hear the other plane. It became eerily quiet. Gliding through the air in complete silence was initially unsettling, but as I grew more comfortable with the operation of the glider I felt safe. Pushing on the control stick and stomping on the pedal caused us to make a sharp turn, throwing me into the side. I straightened us out and pushed down, causing us to nose dive and pick up speed, pulling me into my seat. I looked down and saw a cornfield., the stalks of corm waving at me from below. As time went on we were loosing more and more altitude, and the flight was coming to an end. It was almost time to land, and we only had one shot at it. The wind was picking up, throwing the small glider around. This made the landing much more difficult. We were constantly pulling on the controls, trying to keep us on course. We finally landed with a hard thud on the grassy

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