Last month I finally got to go for the flying lesson Sharon bought for our wedding anniversary back in November. After 4 cancelled lessons due to bad weather, the elements finally relented and allowed me up there.
I'm not sure what I was expecting. I have 2 friends, Jack and Huy who have been bitten by the flying bug and have gone on to take a private pilots licence. Huy even gave up his job to become a pilot and is working his way through the system. So I kind of expected something thrilling, exciting and addictive.
Unfortunately, that's not what I got. I enjoyed the experience immensely but I don't feel a huge urge to do it again (as I did when I learnt to ride a motorbike for example). During the time that I was "flying" the plane, I didn't feel a connection to it, I didn't feel like I could tell what it was doing. Consequently I was constantly afraid I would over, or under, react to something and lose control.
Regardless, I had a whale of a time and even managed to fly over our house. I didn't however manage to get a photo that clearly shows the house. There is a set of photos on Flickr though.

I suppose you fear death that's why you are'nt feelin' any urge to do it again. But remember one thing, future is always uncertain, so might not spoil the present for your future. Life is there to enjoy and adventure. Live it upto its fullest.