I have Wings

A boy stands on the outside space looking through the spokes of the crown of the Statue of Liberty. He is afraid of heights, curiously enough. His brother knows this and teases him. He is then suddenly flying in an airplane. It is small and he is again very afraid of heights, so afraid he does not want to even look down. His hands are sweaty and he can barely talk. Then he makes himself look. The view is impressive and on landing the "reflections on the water of the plane and all the trees [have him] in awe." He immediately felt relieved to be back on the ground but he also wanted to go up in a plane again. This past spring he got up the courage to do just that. To his surprise the pilot let him fly the plane himself. Now he knows that if he can conquer his fear of heights, he can probably conquer anything that comes his way. He knows when he is once again out of his comfort zone, he will find a way to confront his fears.