I have a dream. One that I have been thinking about for a while. It probably sounds a bit crazy, but I have actually thought about it for quite some time now. It goes all the way back to when my grandfather was alive. He was what you would call a leisure pilot. And that is exactly what I am dreaming about. I am dreaming about flying my own plane. For me, travelling represents the ultimate freedom. In my eyes, nothing is more exciting than travel in the sky, going exactly where you want to go, when you want. I just don’t know how you learn to fly? Have you ever heard of places where you can become a pilot? I don’t want to fly the big planes, just the small ones with room for two in the cockpit. I am thinking it is much more realistic to get certified for that type of plane. The big planes require something very different, and a much larger amount of training, I think. Well, anyway, I dream about a Greenland travel. It would be amazing to fly across the great ice sheet. I don’t know if it will ever happen, but it is a big dream of mine.