Yesterday was very exciting because I was going to see my uncle in Toronto and it was going to be my first time on an airplane alone. I was feeling pretty good about the non-eventfulness of the flight until about half an hour before we were scheduled to land, when I looked out the window, below the plane, and the clouds were lighting up. The flight attendant informed us that the “thunderstorm was a beautiful sight”. It looked really cool, but I was kind of nervous about the weather, considering I had to fly through them to get where I wanted to go. A man sitting beside me said casually, upon seeing yet another cloud light up like a Christmas light, that aircraft are struck by lightning all the time. Half of me still didn’t want to be struck even if someone told me it was safe, and the other half of me agreed with the first half. We descended for a while into the clouds, and for about 10 minutes, I didn’t see any lightning. Then, all at once, it started flashing. Once every few seconds. All around us. And the turbulence reached an ultimate high. Then we were pressed back against our seats and the plane began to climb upwards. This struck me as particularly odd since we were supposed to be preparing for landing. A few seconds later the captain informed us that we had been in the middle of a thunder cloud, and we had pulled up and out of it for safety reasons that are kind of obvious. He said the plane had left the Vancouver airport with plenty of fuel and that we were going to circle around Toronto until the thunderstorm moved elsewhere and it was safe to land. An hour and a half later, after the storm moved East and the captain landed the plane perfectly, I met up with my uncle. I have now officially been awake for 21 hours.
Anyway, I’m Josh Clarke. And that’s the way it happened.