Plane Personal Narrative

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

Skipping the last week of school to fly in a plane for the first time across the ocean to another country was a thrill. Frankfurt, Germany was my first plane stop. From there I would board another plane that would take me to Budapest, Hungary, then finally to my last destination, Romania. This was the first time my siblings and I flew on an airplane and it was fascinating because every seat had a mini T.V. behind them and the food was delivered right to our seats. This was a different but exciting experience because we could watch movies whenever we wanted, we got to order whatever food we desired, we didn’t have to sit next to our parents, and sitting next to old people came with a major perk. My siblings and I always got seats next to

It was a cool November day, in the middle of Afghanistan. As a medic, I was sitting outside my make shift aid station with one of my buddies sharing stories about home. We hear a loud explosion right outside of the wire. I looked up and could see the cloud of smoke billowing up from about two hundred meters away. Not knowing how bad the situation was, I grabbed a few of my soldiers, our translator and my aid bag and ran straight to the smoke. When we got there, a group of civilians were huddled around a group of people who were yelling, screaming and crying. The translator found out that a group of three men and three children were walking around a field when one of the children stepped on a mine. One of my soldiers grabbed the mine

Coming from humble beginnings in Taylor, Michigan a medium sized town of 60,000 thirty minutes from the heart of Detroit and living just near Detroit Metropolitan International airport. I was came to be fascinated by anything related to the world of aviation hearing the powerful roar as the engines spooled up and seeing such a massive object like a jumbo jet tumbling down the runway it always amazed me to see such a thing take to the sky. Seeing the airplanes coming in and coming out made me think to myself where the people onboard have been the places they’re coming from, where they are going, all the interesting and far off places that I didn’t know if I’d ever see my lifetime. This inspired me when I was 18 years old to join the United States Air Force and get paid to fix and work on these massive machines.

Jordan Lloyd and Jeff Schroeder are a fan favorite couple from Big Brother and now news is out that this couple got married and is expecting a child. Fans knew that they had plans to tie the knot, but this all came as a shock. US Magazine shared the details about Jeff and Jordan and how things are now for them. They were supposed to be getting married on September 24, but things changed.

To fly was a tremendous triumph for mankind, who was previously sentenced to a life only walking the earth. Since the inception of the airplane, there has been aircraft maintenance. However, this industry has changed dramatically throughout the years and now involves highly innovative technologies and incredibly skilled technicians in order to best maintain the incredibly complex aircraft that fly in today's skies. Maintaining an aircraft is a harmonious blend between simple and intensely complicated procedures. Many procedures even still used to day are relatively simple and have existed for generations, including the basic engine work, refueling and other servicing procedures, and other after-market manufacturing that might take place on particular planes. This is now combined with impressive and innovative technologies that are highly regulated under a wide number of international agencies.

“Hard right!” shouted my brother. Immediately, I threw the flight simulator into a massive right turn, hoping to line up for a shot at an enemy. Unfortunately for us, it was a little too massive, and we swung to the side, facing the wrong way. I wrestled the controls, and finally stabilized on target.

1,764 miles, 26 hours, 1560 minutes from home. My feet may have left the frigid snow in Minnesota ten years ago, for a sandier terrain in Florida, however, my heart has yet to travel. Growing up in Minnesota till I was six years old provided me with the comfort of growing up alongside family and friends, who’s families have known each other for generations. This comfort in my surroundings was shifted to a new sense of ignorance when I moved to South Florida. I was greeted by a new reality of diversity. My peers no longer resembled me, with their light skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. They were replaced with a medley of skin tones, eye colors, and accents. To be greeted in a grocery store with a “buenos días”, rather than a “good morning” was a complete eye opener to my family and I.

As I woke up at 4:00 a.m. I was full of excitement for the concert. My cousin and I got ready for the concert. Before we had to leave for the concert we had to take my cousin’s dog out. When we got back we were on the way to Berkley. The sun was just rising, and when we got there, there was about 200 people already in line. It was only 6:00 a.m.!! While we were in line more and more people lined up behind us. The sun was up and it was still freezing cold. At around noon, it started warming up.

The sound of the Cessna 152's engine was one that I knew all too well. That familiar buzzing sound's constant ring in my ear, aside from the voice of my instructor, was often the only sound I would ever hear during my flight lessons. On November 2, 2012, however, that would be subject to change. This time, I heard an unfamiliar one: sirens. It was faint, almost impossible to hear, but nonetheless it was there. I opened my window, rolled the plane 30°, looked down to see the remains of what was my home, the Jersey Shore, and my heart sank. My grip on the yoke relaxed, and my instructor immediately noticed. Once I heard him say the words, "My plane," I was done flying. The sirens I heard were from the innumerable flashing lights below me. Rubble was now the only tourist attraction, and it stretched for as far as the eye could see. I had only been flying for two months now, and until this point I had taken my flying lessons for granted, originally seeing them only as a fun

I am an executive police inspector for the Seattle PD. Seven years ago I was investigating a series of gruesome murders that occurred in the city and its surrounding suburbs. I remember my first encounter with the case, it was mid-December and I had just returned from my “vacation” in North Korea. The second my plane landed, I saw I had 24,000 missed messages, too much for one man to deal with.

Throughout my relatively short lifetime here on the real plane, I have held a great many titles and accomplishments. I have been the Supreme General of the Galactic Army, the omnipotent God of War, Dovakhin the Savior of Tamriel, and the mustachioed plumber perennially saving the Princess from the castle. I have seen the rise and fall of mighty empires, and heard the soul-rending cries of villagers crushed underfoot by a murderous mountain troll. I have felt the adulation of my citizens as I led to previously unknown heights of prosperity, and lamented as they fell victim to supernatural forces beyond my control. Together with my community I have assassinated kings, and taken so many lives as to make the most bloodthirsty dictator blush. We

Ever since the economy began declining around 2008, the general aviation has taken a hit. Just like the big three car companies, the general aviation manufacturers need to innovate to create new aircraft. Right now, everything about flying is

The idea of flying has terrified me since a young age. Being in a metal bird, thousands of feet above the ground, consuming me from one location to the next, doesn’t sound appealing. A pilot, who I could only hope knows exactly what he is doing, has my life in his hands. When I found out I would be taking a helicopter to prom instead of a nice car, I believed I was having a nightmare. The one where I’m falling endlessly, spinning out of control, until I am jolted awake. The thing which is my biggest fear in the entire will be my transportation of choice for one of the most memorable nights of my adolescent years.

I sat perched on a horse named Sysco, waiting as the rest of the group in the arena mounted. I looked out at a sight I never got sick of: a horse’s neck up. I saw the two ears, mane, forelock, and head. The silky mane just waiting to be brushed. The face that is the best part of a horse, with its dark, caring eyes, waiting to know what you are about to do; and its mouth that munches on sweet treats and hay. The bridle leading to my hands, the horn, and the front of the Western saddle, were also in the beautiful sight in front of me.