I was really anxious at the airport wondering if we would crash land. My mum was on private jet and it crash landed. I imagined fire to be swirling and the ocean to be roaring. It must have been extremely frightening. My mum died because of that.
Sitting looking at the giant plane, my suitcase was only little so I couldn’t bring any toys . My life was a misery climbing up the steps,sitting on the plane. Heart pounding, hands sweating. We were flying. Suddenly,a bird swooped down and got stuck in the propeller Could anyone help the bird?