once upon a day when i was 17, i went to airport with my dad. i forgot what were we doing for, was it to took my father’s friends or picked a one member of my family. instead, i  remember very clearly when i said “dad, i do really want to fly…” softly. we were at waving gallery, and there was an aircraft pushing-back from it’s bay. it was GA117. i felt suddenly frightened when the engines were roaring. gosh, what a such a be bursting to fly feeling.

“trust me, you can fly as many as you want later…” as followed by his smile afterwards.

and i was little bit mumbling. “eh, how come? where is that money comes from? oh don’t cheer me up without any reason that couldn’t make any sense”. at that time, the aircraft has started to run on the runway. that was great scene over there. i couldn’t imagine how they did work. almost 60 tons, can fly and doing manouvre easily. so beautiful, i even can’t held my tears anymore. quickly i wiped out them. and the aircrafts were gone through the blue sky…

“well.. nevermind, dad…”

i really wanted to be there. and till now, sometimes that feeling suddenly comes into my daily life.

i want to fly, through the sky…