Fly

When I was younger I remember my nan coming home from Spain with some toy planes for me. I was about 9-10 years older maybe a bit younger. I thought to myself how great would it be to be a pilot one day. Then I launched my plane into the air and it landed in the buttering never to be seen again!

Funny how this fly led me back to that and now I hate flying with a passion, I cannot stand being cooped up in such a small space for so long. Who knows though if I had not lost that plane I might of been a pilot now ;)

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