I was only thirteen by then but i will never forget the day when i became a pilot.How did that happen?First let me describe my plain. It was a jet like a big metal building with wings . the engines were as big as a small car and as loud as a giant roar.In my cockpit there were hundreds of bottons , dials and switches. I sit in the warm seat of the pilot and put on the cold plastic head phones and seat belt.
At that moment i felt like a pilot.Of course, i am only a pilot in my imagination. My uncle Abu Baba was a mechanic at the airport and he took me all around one saturday. We visited the control tower.
hahahah i got you there
