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I was 11 years old, and about to earn a high pilot grade on the game Infinite Flight when my screen went completely black. It was dead. I was alone on a nine-hour flight with nothing else to do. I went to the bathroom to see if there was a charger, but the lock was jammed. That's when a flight attendant sprinted up the aisle screaming. The pilot has collapsed. Does anyone know how to fly a plane? I smiled because this was the perfect way to entertain myself until we landed. I do. I'm a pilot. She tilted her head. How old are you? I'm 25. I just look young for my age. She was panicking so much that she instantly believed me. And as I walked into the cockpit, I didn't even care that 200 passengers lives were in my hands. I just saw the control buttons and was excited to play my game. The headset crackled. This is air traffic control. State your flying experience. I had no idea what to say. So I just started pressing everything that glowed. And behind me, every oxygen mask dropped at once. I figured everyone deserved the truth. So I grabbed the intercom. Ladies and gentlemen, I've never flown a real plane before. I'm actually 11, but don't worry. We're going to have a bunch of fun together. I pulled the yoke like level three of my game. And the whole plane tipped sideways while I laughed so hard my cheeks hurt. Then I got bored again. So I started digging through the cockpit for a charger. But when I looked up, the clouds were gone. And the ground was getting bigger. I yanked and pressed and flipped everything. But nothing worked. For the first time in my life, I understood that real planes don't have a restart button. Then the bathroom door burst open behind me. And a man in a pilot's uniform stormed into the cockpit. I'm a real pilot. Off. Now, kid. He'd been trapped behind that jammed lock the whole flight. The same door I jiggled for a charger. He yanked me out of the seat, grabbed the yoke, and leveled the plane like it was nothing. The second we landed, police walked me down the aisle and handcuffs while the whole plane clacked for him. I turned around and asked, "Does this at least count toward my pilot grade?" The officer tightened his grip on my wrists. And that's when I realized I might not see my phone again for a very, very long time.