Nov 9, 2013 | 1 min read
If I could ever have a race up in the sky, I will never stop my plane at racing and drifting.
I often look up to sky to find the trace of my dad and his plane. After enough of stares, everything up in the sky feels so familiar. I cannot help but counting down to the day that I can finally have my first airtime. When I grow up, I want to fly my choppers and planes. I want to be the pilot who dances with clouds and winds and fly up with them like a feather on the brightest and clearest day. I might not be one of the most playful kids on the backyard but you bet I am up in the blue sky when I am with my choppers and planes!
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