Planes

My previous entry didn't get a correction.  I think it was because the subject was a little ambiguous , so today I chose a more common subject. I want to talk about flying.
I was 22 years old when I flew for the first time. When I was young I read a lot about pilots, watched movies and dreamt about flights (Also possible to say about "flying"). In high school I wrote poems and flying often became the main theme of them. My favourite Miyazaki's film is Porko Rosso. It's about a flying pig. Flying is so beautiful and is such a clear idea. I even studied to become a plane mechanist for three months in  college. However, I soon realized that I was rather one for humanities (or rather one for a university, than a college.) In Russia college is a kind of high school for difficult teenagers, so it was boring to communicate with such people. Now I'm a student of Masters program in the Centre of Social Anthropology)
I will never forget my first flight. It was so exciting! The speed started increasing, the roar became louder, the wings were bending, and then the moment when the shaking is over and you understand - you are flying. I think, a whole life is worth only one that moment of taking off.( This sentence was a little bit difficult to understand)  It is the best emotion I've ever felt.