Sky of Dreams

By Tamara Oloakyok

December 2015

Growing up, I had to go to and from Edmonton for medical visits. I remember being 3 or 4 years old and having airplane tickets from Edmonton to Yellowknife. It was one of the first times I had ever been on a 737 or any Boeing plane at all.

My mom sat beside me as I sat near the window. I was so focused on what I now know are the ailerons, spoilers and flaps and on how they moved that I didn't realize we were taxiing and getting ready for takeoff.

Then I felt the plane go back as we started to take off. I admit, at that age I was pretty scared, because the planes I had been on before were all small compared with the planes Boeing makes ... I thought the plane was going to fall back or fall down or somehow bank.

When I realized we were safely in the air, I was shocked that what I thought was going to happen didn't at all. As we climbed higher, I was more amazed than anything. The sounds the engines made, how high we were in the sky, the view of the sky itself and the design of the aircraft amazed me so much throughout the flight back to Yellowknife that it made me dream of becoming a pilot.

To this day, I still remember that first time I went on a 737, and I still have those dreams of becoming a pilot.