ok, for as long as I can remember, I've had this sort of memory, I know this didn't happen in my life, because my parents would have told me. So this is how it goes: I know I am very young, maybe 2 or 3. I am a girl, by the way, in the memory and in real life. I'm sitting in an airplane seat by the window. My mother is sitting next to me. All throughout the memory, I am looking out the window, but I hear her voice. So anyways, I am sitting there, and my window is the one that's right behind one of the wings of the plane. It partially obscures my view, but I get a pretty good view anyways. It is takeoff. I can see the wing lifting up slightly, but then, the wing dips back down. My mother's voice is saying that something is wrong, that the plane is crashing. Then it ends. I don't know if I died, or if the memory is just ending. Me as the other person in the memory never feels afraid, not once, but now, when I think about it, I feel afraid, like I might fall back into the memory.
2007-07-28
21:01:42
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