The earth looks completely different upside down. I love the wind in my face and I love the freedom that it brings. I know that I am just in a dust cropper but this is exactly where I want to be, in the air and free. I turn the plane upright again because I am almost close to the fields that I need to fertilize.
I have been doing this now for a few months since my dismissal from the Navy. The farmers in my town really need someone that can fly a plane. I volunteered without even knowing that I did. If I recall her words correctly it was my mother that kind of force me into doing "something with my life."
I know that I can not carry on the way that I do but I loved flying for the Navy and that is all that I ever wanted to do. Now, I am stuck back home, fertilizing fields. This is not the
