Amelia Earhart's Short Story: The Kinner Airster

The scenery was a snap shot in a nature calendar. The grove of Eucalyptus trees filled up the whole the picture and a paved black stip cut through the woods so smoothly that it looked like it belonged there. It was a rather wonderful day. The air was as thin as can be and the unrelenting sun shined all day. The dark green trees gave off a great smell that could have been a candle scent. It was like you were standing in a room full of those candles. Out in those woods you could taste the humidity easily and see nature growing every second. The gravel of the runway felt like it was burning your feet through your shoes. It gave off such heat that nobody wanted to touch it directly with their skin. But it was a perfect haven for an aviator.
Heart pumping, mind racing, Amelia Earhart sat anxiously in the Kinner Airster. All the things she had learned, from checking the fuel to controlling the height of the plane, went though her head all at once. She knew how big this day was. It was the first time she would fly solo. It had only been a year after her first flying lesson and she was
The collision jolted the plane upwards and Amelia pit her tongue. There was no time to feel the pain. Amelia stalled the plane and did not clear the trees. The Kinner Airster went down making a big thump. Everyone on the runway ran to her and helped get out of the beaten up plane. In the crash the propeller broke, the landing gear was damaged, and Amelia Earhart’s first attempt of a solo flight was squashed.
All was okay down in the snapshot of a nature calendar. Luckily no one was hurt. It was surprising to see Amelia, who just had her first plane crash, putting on makeup. Neta walked over to her flying student and asked, “Are you ok?”
“Yes?” Amelia replied, “It was just a crash.” Then, she went on putting on her makeup. Every aviator crashing one time or another. Why is she making such a big deal about