Propping up a dodgy memory

When I was 10, I was on a Qantas flight that very nearly crashed. I thought it was really cool because we were all weightless and I had to hook my arms under the armrests to keep myself in my seat. My brothers rug floated around the cabin like a ghost. I turned around to look at my parents, and my dad was saying to my mum "If we're going to go, at least we are all going together." I realised that I was about to die and I was not afraid. I have never been afraid of my death since.