My favorite place is untethered from earth, aloft in the clouds. Even as a small child riding in my mom's Volkswagen bug, my early memories hinged on sitting in the rear seat all the while staring up and into the sky. With my invisible control panel, many a trip would find my fingers manipulating the imaginary aircraft in which I rode, opening the hatch above me, lifting out into the sky, to soar high and fast, sailing across the panoramic celestial scene. The air racing through my hair, the mist of the clouds dampening my face, and the ever-present sensation of freedom all around, serene, peaceful, I would meditate in these moments and find profound solace and contentment. Years later, actually flying a trainer into the clouds, the excitement and anticipation that followed could never compare to those early years flying an open cockpit craft. Within the scope of my mind, as the Piper Cub pushed up and through the clouds, the awe and shock in the moment, finally experiencing flight, and now my greatest achievement, aloft in the clouds.
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