Formative Moment in Life Writing Prompt #3: Flying (Poem)

 Rock

Paper 

Scissors

Shoot. 

The piolet takes off

I feel the rumble of the engine all around me

This is the smallest plane I've ever seen close-up

And now I'm in the passenger seat

Up we go

Higher

and higher

and higher

The piolet askes if we want to do summersaults

I do

but the boys in the back don't

boo

The piolet asks me if I'd like to steer

HELL YES!

I put my hands on the controls 

I've dreamt of this my whole life

He tells me how to turn 

right 

left 

up

down

IT 

IS 

EXHILARATING

One day I'll get my own plane

I know it