For me, the ground was never the limit.
After I sold my first services - the robotic arms, I reinvested most of the money into tools and equipment. But I also gave in to a childhood dream: building something that flies.
Drones weren’t really a thing back then. So I reached out to a local dealer and started exploring my options. I decided to go with a 3-channel Cessna, a simple RC airplane that would help me learn the basics.
When it arrived, I was beyond excited. I assembled it quickly, paired the transmitter radio station, charged the battery… and picked the straightest road I could find.
I pushed the throttle. The plane took off beautifully. It climbed, glided, soared… for about 30 seconds.
Then - a tree.
A direct hit.
I broke about 40% of the plane on its very first flight. But I managed to fix it. Foam glue, tape, creativity, it flew again. Not perfectly, but it flew. And honestly, that plane taught me something important: I need to reward myself sometimes.
Even today, I often forget to stop and celebrate after finishing a huge project. But back then, I realized, it’s okay to spend a little on something that makes you smile.
I’ve always been fascinated by flying machines. I live in a plane corridor, where aircraft take off and land every day, usually about 800 to 1000 meters above my house. I’d watch them for hours, wondering how they worked, how they stayed in the air, what made them tick. This was my first attempt to join them. It ended in a tree, but it also lifted something in me.
