"Roger, we're coming in for a landing": a memory of overcoming fear

One of the greatest, most vivid memories of my childhood is my first airplane ride. My family has long been fascinated by the ideals of flight, but me, I was always fearful of heights. I was, that is, until the day of my first airplane ride, which my dad gave me.
As a child, I would constantly watch my cousins eagerly board my grandpa's airplane and take flight. I watched from a distance, determined not to go. My dad always told me to g o, he would fly the plane, but I was adamant and scared. But one day my dad was stubborn and told me I had to go fly with him and my little sister, and before I knew it we were preparing to take flight. It was majestical in the air. After our flight, my dad told me, "See, there was nothing to be afraid of. Fear only holds you back from living your life."
Although this is one of my most vivid and favorite memories from my childhood, every time I tell this story, certain things are less clear in my mind than others. Looking at multiple writings I have done in the past of this story, I was able to observe that certain things stayed consistent throughout each story, and others did not. I can remember clearly being lifted into the plane, the sound of the propeller starting, and closing my eyes as we prepared for take-off. I remember clearly my sister and I talking on the co-pilot headset, "Roger, we're heading north towards Mille Lacs Lake". Other things are uncertain about this memory, and, sometimes, I realized I tend to fill in the parts that are uncertain with what I believe is true, but don't actually know for sure if it is. One thing is for sure, I will always remember the feelings I had that day; fear, relief, and excitement.