Reginald Kline

Almost two decades ago in the suburban paradise known as Cumming, Georgia, my life began. My father traveled for work, and as a child, I wasn’t told what he did, because it was well over my head, however, my imagination ran wild, secretly hoping he’d reveal himself as some special agent when I turned 18. This was not the case, sadly. I spent my childhood daydreaming about his travels, the logically impossible way to cross the country in a mere few hours strained my brain. The almost infinite view you must have, while cruising thousands of feet in the air, sparked my LOVE of heights and has set me on my truly wonderful journey to receive my Pilot’s License. I’ve been flying for a few months now, and it is frankly the most fun I’ve ever had. Imagine a rollercoaster, with all the dips, dives, and corkscrews you could ask for, but you are the one behind the wheel or yoke in this case. You must fully understand the risk, but for those few moments when you bank into a steep turn, I think back to my childhood self and can proudly say dreams do come true. As a college student now, I must constantly balance the world of aviation with the University’s work if I hope to call myself a career pilot one day.