TenBensons of Entertainment Buddha writes: "This is nice you think to yourself, cruising at 30,000 ft, as you see the wispy clouds slink by your tiny porthole window. You look to your right and your son is fast asleep clutching your arm, you let out a prolonged breath, maybe you should nap too? A loud explosion soon jolts you away from any pleasantness, the plane whines as it starts to rapidly descend. Your son’s grip tightens, you look at him reassuringly, even though your heart is pounding and the plane tips ever deeper into its downward journey. It groans and creaks under the incredible pressure being exerted on it from the world outside its thin aluminium frame. The cockpit rips off; the rush of air is overwhelming; sucking the air from your lungs it becomes hard to breathe."