I could never forget the day of my first solo-flight. Minutes after my takeoff in Runway 25, I was airborne and felt like a king on his throne, screaming my lungs out in ecstasy. I was also scared a little, but followed instructions and gained altitude, hoping that I can land without any trouble. When the time came, I aligned my aircraft to the runway for a perfect final approach, waiting to thank my chief flight instructor who was nervously waiting for me on the ground. Once I landed, I told myself that I am an aviator now.
