I was reading this post over at Kate's and it brought back a memory from when I was a teen.
From the age of 6 until 25 we lived in the Eden Valley in Cumbria. Due to it being a valley, it was a perfect place for the fighter jets to practice their manoeuvre's (British spelling!!) Also there was an army camp close by with a practice range on it for the tanks, and the troops could also practice whatever they practice.
So we grew up seeing these jets flying past a ridiculous speeds. Unless you were new to the area, you just carried on; someone new you may see them duck as they flew past....LOL One day when I was a teen and living at home, I was either pegging out the washing or bringing it in, and a jet flew by. I never heard it until it was basically on top of me. It scared me so bad I was screaming my head off. I was terrified, shaking and crying. I must have been away in my own head day dreaming. I still remember it to this day, as to how scared I was.
Then another memory which was funny as it made me smile. We were at my mother-in-law's funeral, which of course was not funny. At that point we had lived in Canada probably 15 years. So during the funeral the vicar was speaking then all of a sudden we had fighter jets flying over. The noise was deafening and the poor vicar had to stop speaking for a few seconds. Again none of the congregation thought anything of it as they were so used to it.
I will say though it's when there is a sonic boom from one of these jets that can indeed frighten even those people who are used to the jets flying by.
Thanks Kate for the idea of this post.
