A few years ago, my dad gave me an old drone. It was big and complicated, with loads of knobs and switches on the control.
I first started it up inside, just to get a feel for it. Oh man, such power! It scattered papers and loose objects all over the room. It was angry. It was scary.
I managed to get it flying a couple of times but it was really difficult. It didn't take long before it got swept away by the wind of course. Obviously I didn't manage to get those switches into any suitable position in order to send a command that would save my drone. I'm not an astronaut after all.
That was that, really. I sorta knew it was coming from the start. I wasn't sad, but I wasn't satisfied either. I never got to know if I enjoyed it or not... but the power of that thing. The twelve-year-old in me was captivated. What are these flying little bastards really capable of? And, more importantly, would I be able to handle such power?
