This was my first solo flight. I was nervous sitting in the plane reviewing my take-off procedures waiting on my instructor to give the final nod that meant it was time. Jim gave me the nod and I was off. I felt like an autonimeton as I went through the motions of taxing out to the end of the runway. Looking out over the nose of my aircraft I could see the white line that was my guide down the center of the strip. In my little Cessna it really was not necessary to stay in the center, the runway was four time wider than what I actually needed. Even though by nature I am normally a careless messy person When it came to my flying I made a point to be focused, neat and orderly thus I focused on the line an stayed on it. Careless pilots soon became dead pilots. I learned this the hard way soon after I started my lessons. I had arrived at the hanger early to do some book work in preparation for that days lesson. While studying I engaged in idle chit chat with a fellow student who was scheduled to go up with Jim’s business partner Kyle. Kyle running late as was his usual habit came rushing in 5minutes before his scheduled take-off rushed his pref light inspection and taxied out to the end of the runway. Kyle was in control of the aircraft, he ran up to full power released the brakes and commenced a high performance take off. he accelerated rapidly at 350 feet he pulled back on the yolk so hard he buried it into his backbone. the nose of the plane came up, was at about a 30 degree angle and he climbed out to about 300 feet in about 12 seconds. That is an impressive site seeing a Cessna climb like that. Unfortunately at 310feet the Cessna decided to quit flying! The engine stalled,The nose came down in an effort to gain some airspeed in exchange for altitude. Unfortunately Kyle had no altitude to trade and that Cessna went nose first into the runway. At around 80mph. Every time I have an urge to skip a procedure or rush the pref-light I remember the site of Kyle hanging out of the side of the aircraft with his head twisted 180 degrees the wrong way. Turned out water had condensed into the fuel line and caused the engine to stall. Kyle was careless, Kyle was dead thus my unnatural focus and preoccupation with staying on the white line.

This is just a start on a much longer piece but i have not written in a long time and need some feedback.