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She always wanted to be a pilot. Since she knew about herself and the world, the skies always called out to her. As a child, she loved to look at the stars, to count the clouds passing by. And every time she saw a plane, she wanted to be in one.
The first time she flew in a plane, was when she went on a excursion with her school. Maybe they were just flying in Japan, and not abroad, but still the whole experience, was something new and fascinating to her.
Next time, when she went with her family to the sea, she couldn't get enough of the view. Her eyes were constantly glued to the small window. At that moment, she understood what she wanted to become when she grew up.
At first her family wasn't really supportive, but when they saw how much I wanted it, they gave up from trying to persuade me differently. Without them and their support I surely wouldn't come so far as I have.
I also had to fight the opinions of the environment, because they couldn't ever understand why would I want to be something like a pilot. They couldn't understand my love of the skies, of the planes and they judged me because of that, and they mocked me saying I will never succeed.
But I will prove them wrong. I will show them what I can do, and they will regret calling me weird and a failure. But I am not just doing this because of anger, I am also doing this because of love. I never loved something so much, as I have loved flying.
From young age I started to collect models of many styles of planes, and to stick them together, however I knew. Most of my toys, were airplanes or sky related. I loved war movies, especially when pilots were involved.
And so I started to learn about different kinds of planes, aeroplanes and everything that had to do with them. How are they built, how to operate one, with which parts are they made, how do they work, and everything in between.
Every months I just couldn't wait for the new edition of my favorite magazine "Flying", for which I slowly learned how to read in English. I soon could even speak it pretty well, which could just help me further in my dream.
I also tried to learn many other languages, so I could communicate with a lot of people, deciding that if I don't become a pilot I can always try being a stewardess. But only if all else fails, only if I don't have any option left. As my mother would say you always have to be prepared for everything.
So I worked hard toward my goal, not being distracted with other stuff, teenagers my age usually were. I didn't care about love, about my looks, about anything else beside wanting to become a pilot. I would always plan my day out, from the beginning to end, not leaving any time for those kinds of actions to take place.
Because of that I didn't have much friends, but I didn't need them. At least for now.
The time when I had to choose came, and I was prepared. Those couple of years, when I knew how I would be tested, were one of the hardest I ever had to face. I worked my butt of. It was more common to see me, with dark circles over my eyes, than not.
I was always feeling sleepy, but I didn't let that stop me. When all of the tests were finished, when I finally could come home and relax, I couldn't. I was nervous and impatient to hear the news if I was accepted in Japanese Air-Defense Force or not.
Even after all this time I couldn't picture myself doing anything else. And I didn't have to. Finally getting the letter of acceptance, I couldn't contain my happiness for months on end. I knew that from now on, it will come the hard part, but I didn't care.
I succeeded at what I wanted. I chased my dream and I finally fulfilled it. The only thing I have to do now, is continue to work as I have, and never lose the sight of my path. Never lose the sight of the sky. Of the sky on which I will fly!
Prepare yourself world, Sada is coming for you in full force! And she will show you what is she made of!