Sapa
3rd Nov 2012, 18:05
Hi everyone. I've joined this forum to ask about something that happened to me when I was 4 years old! I've carried this with me all my life and need a solution to this mystery.
My mother left me alone a short time in the back garden and went to the shops with my younger sister in a pram. It had to be after September 1958 as my sister was born in May, and wasn't newborn, and before I started school, midterm, so before April 1959 and probably before February 1959 when I was 5. As she was going my mother said to me that I was old enough to stay behind a while on my own, as I was nearly 5 and going to start school soon. It was a dull overcast day, the plants didn't have many leaves.
I looked to see if there were any chickens loose over the hedge, an old woodyard where they used to run, and there wasn't any.
Then after a while I was sitting on the doorstep facing North East. (I've checked this) I saw a plane ahead of me, quite low on the horizon. I thought it was doing "tricks". It circled and flew in loops for quite a few minutes, then dived and came back up. Then after circling it dived again but didn't come up and I knew it had crashed. I was horrified and ran crying to a neighbours house to get someone to help the man inside it.
The next day my father placed a newspaper on the breakfast table in front of me with pictures of the crash. It wasn't on the front page and the picture took up half the page it was on. I heard people talking about it in hushed voices saying it had been too far away and in the wrong direction for me to see it. I think I saw a mirage of it in the high stratus clouds. I remember it was overcast.
It must have been close to the weekend because my father was a steelworker and was only home on Saturday and Sundays.
Any light on this would be greatly appreciated, it's bothering me in dreams as well now and I need to resolve it.
My mother left me alone a short time in the back garden and went to the shops with my younger sister in a pram. It had to be after September 1958 as my sister was born in May, and wasn't newborn, and before I started school, midterm, so before April 1959 and probably before February 1959 when I was 5. As she was going my mother said to me that I was old enough to stay behind a while on my own, as I was nearly 5 and going to start school soon. It was a dull overcast day, the plants didn't have many leaves.
I looked to see if there were any chickens loose over the hedge, an old woodyard where they used to run, and there wasn't any.
Then after a while I was sitting on the doorstep facing North East. (I've checked this) I saw a plane ahead of me, quite low on the horizon. I thought it was doing "tricks". It circled and flew in loops for quite a few minutes, then dived and came back up. Then after circling it dived again but didn't come up and I knew it had crashed. I was horrified and ran crying to a neighbours house to get someone to help the man inside it.
The next day my father placed a newspaper on the breakfast table in front of me with pictures of the crash. It wasn't on the front page and the picture took up half the page it was on. I heard people talking about it in hushed voices saying it had been too far away and in the wrong direction for me to see it. I think I saw a mirage of it in the high stratus clouds. I remember it was overcast.
It must have been close to the weekend because my father was a steelworker and was only home on Saturday and Sundays.
Any light on this would be greatly appreciated, it's bothering me in dreams as well now and I need to resolve it.