Learn To Fly.
When I was younger...
I dreamt of being a pilot. Or anything that had to do with aviation.
(err. except for being the air hostess...or cabin cleaner.. hehe)
After a few years of finally being somewhat involved with flying activities...like fly-ins, and air-carnivals around the country, my "passion" somehow...died.
I believed i had the talent to fly...I learnt quite quickly. But yeah. i never follow through. What a waste. I regret not doing so...i know i can still start again. But my dad lost trust of my "passion" of wanting to fly.
Today, i sorta helped out the guys down at the Flying Club in Subang Airport conduct their "Air-ducation"...As in, Air education..get it? Haha, cheesy name, i know. But it was pretty fun. Their target groups were youths between 12 to 17 years of age. All 6 participants were boys. Except for my sister yang saje menyebok. Oh...and me. ;P They get like, a prep course and all the 411(info) about learning to fly, and how to prepare yourself to start flying...and to yes, motivate youths to start flying! Seriously..they should start young.
I could see the enthusiasm in the boys' eyes. It gave me the chills. These boys were smart, inquisitive...and adorable! They asked smart questions(smart sprouts,eh?), and most people were pretty impressed. Even me. A 12 year old talking about the bearings of the runway. When i was 12, i used small, simple words...And i still do.I was the camerawoman for the day. Not a very good one, too. My video camera ran out of battery...and its wasn't even half way through the event. Aiyo. Pochi lah. But thank god, my trusty phone was there to rescue the day.
As i sat there in the hangar, waiting for Niner Mike Echo Alpha Tango to land and pick up another sprout up for the 20 minutes circuit, Uncle Fadhil was rivetting the cowling of the other plane with the tunes of Spice Girls' "Wannabe" in the background. I thought that was a really priceless moment. For me, at least.
Each sprout's trial flight ended with a hugs smile across their faces. I couldn't help but smile just as wide. Next was lunch. McDonald's for everyone!
It sure didn't end there.
Next was to the Air Trafic Control's tower. After 12 flights of floors, we came to the other stair well to go up to the control room. The view was amazing... You could see out for a few miles on a good day. Opposite the road of the Terminal three of Subang Airport, there was the Air control center. This is where the controling and coordinating of aircrafts all over the peninsular malaysia takes place. My aunt's brother in law was the head of the department. So we had the luxury to take a tour of the place. It intrigued most of the boys...The fact there are probably thousands of aircrafts going in, out, and around of the peninsular malaysia is mind boggling.
The whole Air-ducation ended at 4pm in Terminal three...
One by one, parents come and picked the boys up...walking away with certificates of their own for attending the activity. Their faces gleamed with excitement. Even after the whole thing was over. As they saw their parents, their couldn't wait to tell the story of their fresh new adventure.
I couldn't help but feel proud for the boys.
They were brave enough to come alone without other guardians...
Because they were really interested.
I hope the activity have helped them in every way to motivate and encourage the boys to fly in the near future...
And not let their passion die, like how i killed mine.
I dreamt of being a pilot. Or anything that had to do with aviation.
(err. except for being the air hostess...or cabin cleaner.. hehe)
After a few years of finally being somewhat involved with flying activities...like fly-ins, and air-carnivals around the country, my "passion" somehow...died.
I believed i had the talent to fly...I learnt quite quickly. But yeah. i never follow through. What a waste. I regret not doing so...i know i can still start again. But my dad lost trust of my "passion" of wanting to fly.
Today, i sorta helped out the guys down at the Flying Club in Subang Airport conduct their "Air-ducation"...As in, Air education..get it? Haha, cheesy name, i know. But it was pretty fun. Their target groups were youths between 12 to 17 years of age. All 6 participants were boys. Except for my sister yang saje menyebok. Oh...and me. ;P They get like, a prep course and all the 411(info) about learning to fly, and how to prepare yourself to start flying...and to yes, motivate youths to start flying! Seriously..they should start young.
I could see the enthusiasm in the boys' eyes. It gave me the chills. These boys were smart, inquisitive...and adorable! They asked smart questions(smart sprouts,eh?), and most people were pretty impressed. Even me. A 12 year old talking about the bearings of the runway. When i was 12, i used small, simple words...And i still do.I was the camerawoman for the day. Not a very good one, too. My video camera ran out of battery...and its wasn't even half way through the event. Aiyo. Pochi lah. But thank god, my trusty phone was there to rescue the day.
As i sat there in the hangar, waiting for Niner Mike Echo Alpha Tango to land and pick up another sprout up for the 20 minutes circuit, Uncle Fadhil was rivetting the cowling of the other plane with the tunes of Spice Girls' "Wannabe" in the background. I thought that was a really priceless moment. For me, at least.
Each sprout's trial flight ended with a hugs smile across their faces. I couldn't help but smile just as wide. Next was lunch. McDonald's for everyone!
It sure didn't end there.
Next was to the Air Trafic Control's tower. After 12 flights of floors, we came to the other stair well to go up to the control room. The view was amazing... You could see out for a few miles on a good day. Opposite the road of the Terminal three of Subang Airport, there was the Air control center. This is where the controling and coordinating of aircrafts all over the peninsular malaysia takes place. My aunt's brother in law was the head of the department. So we had the luxury to take a tour of the place. It intrigued most of the boys...The fact there are probably thousands of aircrafts going in, out, and around of the peninsular malaysia is mind boggling.
The whole Air-ducation ended at 4pm in Terminal three...
One by one, parents come and picked the boys up...walking away with certificates of their own for attending the activity. Their faces gleamed with excitement. Even after the whole thing was over. As they saw their parents, their couldn't wait to tell the story of their fresh new adventure.
I couldn't help but feel proud for the boys.
They were brave enough to come alone without other guardians...
Because they were really interested.
I hope the activity have helped them in every way to motivate and encourage the boys to fly in the near future...
And not let their passion die, like how i killed mine.
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