My First Helicopter Ride

As I stood gazing at the monstrous contraption, I shivered as though ice had replaced my spine. The cold air that blew into my face engulfed my entire body. The multiple layers of dress could not protect me against the swish of frosty air. The walkway leading up to the helipad was newly paved I could still feel the soles of my shoes flatten into the cement just a little as I walked up the path. Its ironic how my heart did the exact same thing. It now snarl kindred it was forcibly pressing against my lungs as I struggled to breathe smother by terror.Weeds, dandelions and wild flowers were being blown helplessly about by the gargantuan blades. I knew how they matt-up. I was a low-spirited 7 year-old and this helicopter make me feel like a bug on a windscreen, hanging on for dear life. My mother must have been crush my hand too hard because I yanked it away from her as the hassle finally registered in my central nervous system I looked downcast at my hand just in time to see th e pedigree rush back down my veins. Red roses grew wildly in recondite batches by the entrance to the show grounds the place where I was overtaking to have one of the most memorable experiences of my life.The moonlight cast a ghoulish glow on the surrounding landscape, and the screeching of nearby cars twist away to the highway made me realize how alone our family was after all, we were the brave out people to go in the helicopter that day. The big metal bodily structure shone a bright white under the moonlight, and the splotches of rusted metal hinted at the machines maturity, which wasnt comforting at all. The spinning of the blades was deafening as we travel towards the little hobbit door to enter the craft.The initial thing I felt when I was hauled up into the craft was the constriction of my pupils, and then my eyelids wired shut. It was real bright in there. As soon as I regained visibility, I looked around and saw all these lights that were sourced by many buttons, s witches and levers. The dashboard make of black coffee and cigarettes, and the floor of the helicopter was littered with cigarette-buds. I glum my head to look at my mother. I could see that somebody had made an attempt to scrub out a vomit stain on her bum.The earthy colours were at sharp contrast with the charcoal seats, and a thin layer of bleach had been used to try and remove it like a criminal trying to remove blood splatter at a crime scene. Was it an omen, perhaps? My mother reached over and tightened my seatbelt, uncomfortably tight. However, with the sounds from the flees radio headset combined with the humming and buzzing of all the small machines in the chopper, I was too frightened to care about the seat belt. All that was going through my mind was how my life was now in the hands of rows upon rows of illuminated buttons and do-hickeys.It was probably two minutes after buckling up that the craft began its slow ascent into the cold and seemingly insidious night. I co uld feel all my organs getting pulled down by gravity. In that moment, I became completely oblivious to the sound of the rotation of the massive blades to a higher place me, and only heard the lob-dup of my heart. The light had been so bright as to temporarily blind me. The warmth of my mothers reassuring smile contrasted the coldness of the night outside. As I peered through the window, I could see my render and little brother about to board the second helicopter.Their clothing was fight violently against their bodies as the wind from the rotors blew over their heads. Slowly they started for the craft, with their mouths covered, as if manner of walking into a big sandstorm. I could see them take very short, unwilling steps towards the door of their helicopter as though they were trying to impede the jaw-dropping experience that was to follow. We started rising and rising until I caught a glimpse of the starlike cosmos, and at that very moment, I was lost in my very first he licopter ride.