Anyways, this got me reminiscing on a little plane phobia I have developed over the years. I try to hang onto all the plane crash headlines in which everyone survives- like that one a few years ago when a plane crashed into the Hudson river in New York. And I really try to forget the ones that proclaim "Plane becomes fiery inferno! All perish!"
There was a time when I loved flying on planes. Usually a plane trip was the beginning of a vacation so there was always the anticipation of exciting days to come. I loved the sensation of taking off and seeing all those gravity bound objects retreating from view. I loved flying through the clouds. Occasionally, like when Peter and I traveled to
Yet when I boarded a plane to fly to
So anyways, we boarded the plane to NYC and the trip goes well. Finally we begin to descend… and then we ascend again. I look out the window and all I see is water. I know NYC is a port city but I’m thinking something is wrong and I should probably see some land if we are close to, you know, LANDING. Then a flight attendant makes an announcement that we are to prepare for an emergency landing. She instructs us in the procedure. Stone cold fear gripped me like a vice. Since my last glance out the window had revealed only water, I surmised that we would be making an emergency landing in the ocean! I was sure that I was on my way to a watery grave.
What will happen to Peter and Leslie? Will they survive this terror in the sky? To find out you'll have to return tomorrow because this post is already long.