The Plane Ride


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.