So much has happened since my last journal. I'm about halfway through my Private Pilot's License, have 18 hours of experience, and am about to start solo flying in the next month. The last few flights have been so fun! I've been flying the Cessna 162 Skycatcher; a 2-seater sports plane that's much easier to handle than others I've flown. On my most recent flight, the instructor and I were practicing slow flight, stalls, and steep turns near the Florida Sun Coast. It was a clear night, about 8:00 PM. I'm about to try a "power-on stall". I pull back on the flight stick until the nose of the plane starts pointing towards the sky, and just then I see something which I wasn't quite expecting.
Stars. Hundreds of them, scattered all over my field of view as I sit enveloped in this overwhelming, surreal moment. I am pulled out of my reverie as the stall warning starts shrieking and I begin to dive towards the earth. I punch in the throttle, raise the flaps and begin the transition to slow flight in preparation to do it again, and again.