I am Daedalus, I am Icarus.

• ok. i am a licensed general aviation pilot. i minored in aviation at uni. at uni our aviation fraternity owns several aircraft, which are used for flight training and practice. whenever we felt like it, we could check out an aircraft and just go flying. One day my buddy and i checkedout a Cessna 150.; the VW Bug of aircraft.
  
  We flew to this grass runway 'airport' to practice landings. We took turns in left seat (pilot-in-command, PIC). that day there was a vicious gusting 70kph crosswind perpendicular to the 'runway', so we were doing touch-and-gos on the taxiway instead. With my buddy 'Bill' as PIC, we were on final, flaps @10'. ~30 m. off the deck, BIG headwind;
  
  ‎45MPH gusting headwind-- suddenly, nothing. Bill calls go-around; SOP. He puts in flaps and full power, begins departure. Aircraft won't climb. Fuck. Departure stall, a.k.a., Kiss Your Ass Goodbye. I slam down the stick (steering wheel sorta-- C!50 dual controls) to bring the nose down, but aircraft snaphooks. All I see out windscreen is lovely green grass. At that moment i didn't THINK i was going to die. I KNEW I was going to die.
  
  I had not the slightest fear or 'bad' feeling whatsoever. The only thought I had was: "Ohh... So THIS is how it's going to happen."