I grew up in the shadow of Essex County Airport (KCDW). To be more precise, I literally lived right under the final approach to runway 28. I always pictured myself as one of those cool people flying the awesome little planes right over my house. School, work, life, and laziness (to be brutally honest) always got in the way of achieving the dream of joining the aviation club.
In 2011, I finally achieved a long standing goal of starting flight training. I enrolled in a flight school at KCDW where I logged 13.5 hours of time in a Cessna 172S before I stopped. Yet again, life got in the way.
Fast forward to April 2014. The spark has reignited in me and I’m giving this another try.
What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry uplike a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore—And then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over—like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load.Or does it explode?