Only for those of you who really wanna hear it, and it does have some out-of-place stuff in it...

My name is Ryland (i dont want to say my last name) and im 15. I live on the west coast and have been really into planes ever since i was 10. Im currently a sophomore at a pretty good school known for its football team (that i am not a part of). Currently it is finals week for the end of semester 1 and im not really nervous like some of my friends are. I was born in 2000 and i have 3 half siblings. I do have a nephew and i adore him. My mom and dad truly do take care of me as best as they can and ultimately spoil me... and that makes me feel ungrateful, selfish, and rotten to the core. My first experience with planes i can remember is being on a flight to Phoenix, AZ. As i've progressed my understanding of planes i've loved them even more. As most of you know, my grandfather recently passed away from cancer, and we are still saddened by this. My grandpa was a great man to look up to, tough and strong-minded. He served in the Air Force, but never flew a plane in combat. He was basically a paper-pusher, and he called it "flying a desk". When i first learned that all the certificates on his office wall were from the USAF, i loved talking to him about planes when i had the chance. Sorry to reminisce on memories. His final wish for me was for me to get good grades and get thru school. I have had problems in the past with homework and kinda still do, but one cannot refuse a dying man's wish. I have been chewing myself out whenever i havent been doing my work and have kinda gotten myself on track. Back to planes. Most of you dont know this but the F-86 Sabre was my grandpas favorite plane. Meanwhile i cannot pick a single plane that is my favorite. So i have a whole lot. Ive built many of my favorites such as the Jaguar, Phantom, Crusader, PAK FA, and Super Hornet. I have a lot more history and i know this is one jumbled paragraph but i just needed to get it out of my system.

-Ryland "Spikerya"