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When I was five years old, I lived under a relatively busy flight path near Minneapolis. Every twenty minutes, the dull roar of an airplane would bubble up from the background noise until you could hear the screech of the wind right before it got sucked into the turbines. Once, this sonic bubble grew so huge and unstable that I was sure it was to pop, taking my delicate eardrums with it. This would be right before a hundred tons of twisted titanium alloy smashed through my living room, taking my television and Lego pirate colony with it. It was at that tender age that I realized that airplanes could, under the right conditions, fall out of the sky in a blaze of ruin.

There's no further development for this anecdote. I wrote it because I was thinking about Snakes on a Plane.

Also, concerning boyfriend:

Right?!