I don’t enjoy flying but I can do it. What bothers me is being below a plane. I always imagine the sky is falling.
The plane was very low when it passed over us. I had never flown and it wasn’t until that moment I realized how truly massive planes are. It dwarfed the houses in our neighborhood. Nothing has ever seemed so big. Then it was gone, behind the trees. I was sitting in a car full of children being evacuated from the neighborhood. When the fireball rose into the air all the moms began to scream. The other children began to cry. I sat silently and watched the smoke rise.
