Today was the day that I went with mum and dad to the Bristol Cancer Help Center. We drove up the motorway at top speed (running late as always). Before arriving to the outskirts of Bristol I noticed a small plane doing flips in the sky above the motoway. The pilot would fly verticaly above our heads before spiralling downwards so close to the ground that you'd think he was going to crash. Just watching him against the backdrop of the bright blue sky gave me the sensation of soaring higher and higher with him.
