The 4th of August 2014, a day that started pretty much like any other, except my alarm was set rather early. Today, something different was happening, something exciting. I hadn’t slept much that night and as my alarm sounded, I was already awake and wondering with some excitement, how I might feel as I lay down at the end of the day.
What was happening was my first flying lesson. Something that had been a long time coming; 25 years in fact. One of my earliest memories was that of going to collect my grandmother from the airport as she made the short hop over the North Sea from The Netherlands to visit. This was always exciting, but coupled with the fact that my dad and I used to arrive an hour early so we could watch the planes made this the highlight of the year and the beginning of my dream to fly, a dream that instead of getting closer and as I got older, seemed to somehow get further and further away. You see, as someone who uses a wheelchair, I feel Read more →