I was but a mere 6 years old, but I can remember the loud bang. My aunt and I were on our way to the uptown Carnival activities when my mother called us back for something that we had forgotten at home. We lived then next to Happy View the now Lindbergh Bay Superette.

About to depart again from home is when we heard the loud explosion, it was then that the plane had crashed into the nearby gas station. The was black smoke and dust everywhere. Our day ended there. For days following there were body parts (or what I think were body parts), and black churned, and burnt particles all over the streets.

--Sha