When I was in 4th grade on the field. Everyone is playing two hand touch football at recess. I'm on the team that's on defense, and I'm a blocker. It's a warm, spring, day with stiff winds, and cumulus. The play is starting, but I hear a roar, and like LH423, I know it's big. I stare up at the sky. The play is in full force, everyone running and screaming "I'm wide open", but I don't move. A 747 of TWA in red and white livery is flying overhead about 5000ft. It had just took off from STL on the way to HNL on TWA Flt 1. It is so huge, but graceful. The 747 flies in and out of the clouds, and the roar fills my ears. I stare up until it has gone.