O.K. I'm one of the 155 passengers on the plane that just went down. "Mayday! Mayday! Hold on to your butts, we're going down!" That was some of the last words I heard from the fat, weezing guy beside me when we were going down from the sky. Then everybody started started screaming louder and louder. The pilot announced, "Everybody remain calm. Please get up from your chair and take out the cushion you were sitting on, and hold on for dear life." That's what scared me. I new something was going seriously wrong, little did I know it was some geese that caused this whole ordeal. I was terrified that something so innocent out there minding its own business dang near kills 150 people. There was a couple of convict girls in the back biting the rope that they were tied to. That freaked me out. The whole thing felt really wrong. Thats how my trip went.