I sat there in the passenger seat of my Uncle's old passenger plane. He had hired a pilot to fly me over the ocean and up towards London.
"Hey Chuck," I looked over at the man sitting in the drivers seat next to me.
"How old are you?"
Chuck glanced over at me.
"I'm in my early 70's if you want to know." As he was looking at me, I got my first real chance to study his face. He had long, thin, wispy gray hair that came down to his shoulders. He had a face that was weathered with age. His eyes were sea green. Chuck returned his vision back onto the air and sky in front of us. I rummaged through my carry on and grabbed my iPod and plugged my headphones in to listen to some music.
Next thing I know, I'm jolted awake by the sudden drop of the plane.
"WHAT THE-!!!"
I look over at Chuck.
"WHAT IS GOING ON?!!!"
We both had to yell at the top of our lungs due to the fact that there was thunder and heavy winds pushing and crashing all around the plane.
