Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

Da Goddess @ 21:12

Tonight was the second time that a C-17 flew low over the house and scared the crap out of me. Apparently the entire neighborhood was freaked out because they all ended up in the street watching the plane, praying it wasn’t going to crash down on us.

I love planes. I love military planes. I love flying! I’ve been flying since I was very young. But…

But I don’t like planes flying low over houses. It reminds me of a time when a plane crashed near my aunt’s house when I was a little girl. Driving past, seeing the plane sticking out of the roof, knowing it could have killed my aunt, uncle, and cousins…it’s just one of those things that has stayed with me over the years that makes my heart pound ridiculously fast and clench my teeth until I don’t hear it any longer (and I don’t hear a crash).

Back in the 70s, in San Diego, we had a plane crash into a jet. That seemed to cement my fear about crashes, despite the fact that we lived nowhere near the crash. It happened. And that was enough for me.

So, why is it possible for me to get ON a plane and have no fear, but a low flying plane will make me want to cry?


  1. About six years ago, I was lounging on the sofa and heard a plane slowing down, and it was loud. It was a flight that left Logan (Boston) and was having issues and needed to dump it’s fuel. It barely cleared the houses near the water. It looked like it was only a few hundred feet away. scary!

    Comment by Tara — 2013/08/20 @ 06:45

  2. Yikes! That would have made me jump out of my skin.

    Comment by Da Goddess — 2013/08/20 @ 18:23

  3. Are you close to Miramar or North Island? Those are the only place I can think of that would be accepting a plane that big.

    Comment by Scott — 2013/08/22 @ 09:48

  4. No, not in San Diego. Up in Orange County.

    Comment by Da Goddess — 2013/08/22 @ 18:39

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