We are due to fly to Canada on 15 August. Already I am dreading it. The recent air crash (Brazilian airlines???) over the Atlantic has made it worse. A teenage girl survived by clinging on to some floating wreckage for several hours. This is dreadful (not that she survived but what it implies) - this means that other passengers survived the impact but then drowned or were devoured by passing sharks. It would be more comforting to think that you die instantaneously on impact.
I don't fear for me it is my children...imagine, if you will....you crash land. Your children either slowly lapse into unconciousness due to hypothermia, are picked off by a Great white with much blood letting, or are swept away by a wave in front of your very eyes. So your children have died horribly, you have watched helplessly and are also on your way out. How bad can it get?
Dh thinks I am certifiable, but I can't help it.
Yes, you are more likely to get killed crossing the road - but give me crossing the road any time.
I know we could, whilst driving down the motorway, be involved in a massive pile up - but I don't give it a second thought.
But I hate, hate, hate flying. I really hate it. I would gladly never fly again.
Dh keeps pushing me to go on these fucking holidays