We were flying north on one of our periodic trips from Florida to New York City to visit family.
My four year old daughter was in the seat next to me.
Suddenly the plane began to lurch violently from side to side.
A voice announced that we were experiencing “turbulence”.
The aircraft dropped for what seemed to be hundreds of feet.
The force was so great I wondered if our seat belts would hold.
The people around me grabbed their arm rests, their eyes closed, their expressions grim.
I imagined others before me and behind me were doing the same thing and perhaps even holding the hands of strangers.
The violent yawing continued.
Then, as quickly as it had all begun, all was calm.
We heard the gentle purr of the engines and the plane flew on.
“Again!” shouted my daughter in a loud voice.
The passengers in the cabin broke out in laughter.
I realized that to her, the experience we had just undergone was a game, a big game, an amusement park ride.