It was a dreary tuesday March 14 1951, the flight was going fine, I was 12 years old I was crying my eyes out. I hated planes for some reason, I don’t know why. We got turbulence I was trying to go to sleep but there so much turbulence i couldn’t sleep.

Then it happened both engines blew up and I was screaming as everyone else was. The plane decreasing altitude very fast I was very sure the pilots couldn’t fix this one, and as we decreased altitude another explosion happened blowing a hole in the side of the plane.

People were flying out of the aircraft then my mother’s seat detached from the plane and she was gone. I could see endless ocean but then I saw, an island when my dad saw it he put his body around me to protect me from the impact.

Which worked perfectly but in the end I saw my dad dead infront of me and saw my mom fly through the plane in to the endless abyss of the ocean. Still in my seat, not knowing what to do. I sat there for hours thing if this is just a bad dream or reality.