Mormon studies, personal essay, aviophobia
The January day SkyWest Flight 1834 smashed into a private two-seater plane midair over my elementary school, I was at recess. Some of us snatched at clothes drifting down from the sky because we thought they should be handed over to the school’s lost and found. We didn’t know yet of all the lost things that could never be returned: a jagged wing blocking my friend’s front door; a pilot’s black leather seat perched on my neighbor’s roof; the lives of ten passengers, captains, and crew. Grown-ups spoke in whispers about the carnage found in backyards and closed roads and the porch of St. Francis Xavier Catholic Church.
Reid, Kim Webb
BYU Studies Quarterly: Vol. 56
, Article 8.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/byusq/vol56/iss2/8