As I lay in bed reading, I heard a rumble in the distance, then it grew louder and louder until the windows and the whole house were shaking. I sat up in bed paralyzed with fear. My mind was working but my body wouldn't. I kept wanting to run out of the room but all I could think was "this is it" "here we go" "at least the kids won't know what hit them". All I could think was that a plane was crashing into our home. A terrifying experience. Finally, when the room stood still and the sound was farther away, I ran out of the room nearly crashing into Paul who was running down the hall to our rooms.Paul had been in the front yard, sizing up the sky for the Space Station that will be visible to us on Sept. 7. He had been looking directly across our street when he saw the lights of the plane heading right at him. The plane's wingspan went entirely across the TWO HOUSES AND YARDS across the street. He saw/felt all 4 propellors whiz by him. His first thought was that it was crashing into the house.
David woke up, (praying he said) but the others kids rustled around and went back to sleep. We were on the phone for half an hour talking to the police and the Dallesport Airport about what was happening. The police and the airport said they were being swamped with phone calls. We were told that we could call the Airforce to file an official complaint and assured that there would be no more take-offs that evening.
I was so full of adreneline that I was shaking and beyond crying. I walked laps around the house with David to try and shake it off. I have never felt such dread in my life.
Now it's all we could talk about today. What a memory this will make!
