Thank you for making me feel better! I am a white knuckle flier. My first flight was in 1975 flying from Buffalo, NY to Chicago to Las Vegas, NV. When we took off from Chicago I thought we were going straight up in the air and then we heard a crash, followed by another crash. We were told the first crash was the landing gear doors closing. The second crash was a bag of ice falling on the floor. I thought the plane crashing was going to be the next sound!
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