1954, Dyce (Aberdeen) and I'm 3 years old, in my siren suit (a sort of early onesy!) and in the crowd at a brilliant display with my ex-RAF Dad. I was entranced by the Chipmunks balloon-bursting display. Anyway - all is going well until , over to the far right I failed to spot a small speck approaching very fast. It was probably very near to Mach 1 as there was almost no approaching sound and then suddenly the most almighty scream/roar and shock wave very close to the crowd line. Frightened me absolutely ****less and I burst into tears of fright to the amusement of my Dad and his ex-RAF friends. I can still 'see' the silhouette of the Swift as it turned away!
Didn't put me off, though - 17 years later I joined the RAF and had a great time for nearly 20 years.
DS