By seven, I was an expert.
But it wasn’t until I was 13 that I found myself behind the controls with an instructor beside me. Everything felt right.As we climbed higher into the sky, I knew I wanted to be a pilot.
Determined to achieve my goals, I’d have to find a way to pay for flying lessons. My mum, Belinda, 45, suggested I set up a cupcake stall at our local markets. ‘We’ll call it The Sugar Bite,’ I smiled in agreement.
Before long, people were flocking to my stall. Every sale was another step closer to my dream of flying solo, which I could do on my 15th birthday.
When the day finally came, I was both nervous and ecstatic. As the plane picked up speed, everything seemed to disappear. I felt on top of the world as we flew through the air. Touching down again, I could see my family cheering me on.
It was then that it hit me. I had just flown a plane! And I couldn’t even drive a car yet!
Having just turned 15, I was the youngest female in the country to fly solo. Next year I plan on travelling to Europe, and one day I hope to work for a commercial airline over there.
I was born to fly!