When I was kid in the early 80's, my Dad wanted to start up a new father - son hobby, so he got us an RC plane kit. This was the early days of RC when it became super popular on the market. I was stoked! So over the course of the cold winter months, we proceed to build this cool balsa wood framed Cessna style plane. All winter long, we worked on it her and there - after dinner and on the weekends. We bonded together as we took great care making sure we built her just right. I begged him to paint flames and little missiles on her, so we did. She turned out perfect and I showed all of my friends. I was so proud.

Then came the big day! First flight! We set out to a barren piece of land outside of town that had nothing but a little bit of old asphalt and tumbleweeds. It was a calm, clear morning about 56 degrees. Perfect weather for a young aviator to spread his little wings. I was stoked! Dad showed my how to prime the engine & fire her up. He toggled on the controller and passed it to me with a tear in his eye. His boy was gonna fly! I took that golden controller into my hands like I was the ruler of the universe. I pushed the little joystick forward as he showed me and off she went! Straight up into the beautiful wild blue yonder! Up she went! Up she went! Up she went! Down she went! Down she went! Down she went! Splat.

Thus ended my RC days. The end.