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January 31, 2019

The Plane Ride

by leroywandahsega

The stewardess told me to wake up and put my seat up straight. My eyes were feeling groggy and she seemed kind of bossy. I was five, maybe four, it was the first airplane ride I can remember and really seems to be the time my life began for me, at least in this head. Remembering a whole lot of what had happened to me, my brother and sister, before age 5, was not really known to me until I was 16 years old. Until that time I never really was aware of the real tragic event I was involved with or maybe even a witness to. I will never really know. I do know that my life as Leroy Roger Wilsey was about to begin soon after landing.

The jolt of the landing felt curious. I was excited to be in a new place and looked forward to making new friends.

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