I was just a little filly, I had the heating passion to one day fly as a famous wonderbolt. My friends and I have the same dream, we love to fly free and high. My mom always told me that true passion comes from the heart, it meant you have a whole new thing inside of you that just had to be let out. I always wondered why my mom named me Spitfire. Was it because of my colored mane? Or me still being the newborn I used to be? It was before I could even get up on my own hind legs to find out by myself.
As the thoughts ran through my mind, I heard a voice calling me."Spectra, time for your first day of flight school". I called back ", But mom, I don't want to go to school today". I was instantly complaining loudly, I never thought about going to school just til they accepted me in. School wasn't something I had in mind, it only had to do with me making friends, learning new things, practicing my flight skills. From my point of view, everything in my world is boring, even life. My mom is so overprotective, why is she? She always tells me to hold her hoof whenever I get shy around other ponies.
But I'd had to say, flying is the one main thing my mind was always on. Since there's no school today, I guess it's fine for me to just go out for a fly by myself. Usually I would go flying by myself, but this time I wanted to meet some new friends while on this little flight I call adventure. But before I went out the door, I was hoping that my mom was still sleeping. So I went from my bedroom and tip toed all the way to her bedroom door quietly, not making a sound. I opened the door and took a peek, she really was sleeping after all. Thank goodness!!
