High in the fluffy, cotton clouds, the sky was crystal blue. Through the small circular windows, everything seemed so magical.
"Here, Jenna, you steer!" exclaimed my Uncle Mike.
My mom had this blank look on her face as if she had just seen a ghost.
My tiny, twitching fingers reached for the wheel. My heart was pounding as if it were about to break through my chest; my palms were sweating, and my stomach was a little on the queasy side (putting it mildly). I was nervous and excited all at the same time.
Finally, my small, pink palms hit the wheel. My bony, white fingers locked around it, and I took control.
For five long minutes, my parents were screaming as if the sky was falling. I thought kids were the only ones allowed to scream. Who would blame them? I'm only 2 and I'm steering a plane.
If my mom had opened her mouth any wider, her jaw would have fallen out. If my dad had screamed any louder, the circular windows would have broken. My mom was in such a panic she could have had a heart attack.
While my parents were screaming and I was steering, my uncle was rustling around for his ham sandwich.
Suddenly, my uncle grabbed the wheel again and I was out of control. Darn!
Oh, well, that was the most fun part of my small life, so far. As for my mom, well, let's just say she didn't have as much fun as I did.
Jenna is a student at Seminole Middle School.