Sally Field and Her Family Live Through a Frightening Airplane Crash on Takeoff from Aspen
I'm deathly frightened to fly, so I was buckled up real tight. I had Sam in my lap, and I had him really tucked in. I could feel when we picked up speed for takeoff. Then the plane started swerving in huge, big turns, and we knew we were in trouble. I looked at my mother, and our eyes said, "Oh my God!" All I was thinking was, "Hold on to Sam! Hold on to Sam!" I didn't care if I broke every bone in my body. Nothing flashed before my eyes except Sam.
I thought we were going to flip over. When we hit the first plane, that slowed us down, but we were still going fast. And then we went broadside into the second plane. It all seemed to take a very long time—especially not knowing what was coming at the end.
When we crashed, it knocked the wind out of me, but the seat belt held and caught me in my ribs and stomach. I thought I'd broken my ribs. The belt saved our lives, but I thought I'd crushed Sam to death. My arms still ache from holding on to him so tight. But my body must have received his blow; he had no whiplash at all.
My husband started yelling, "Get out! Get out!" One pilot, who had a gash on his leg, came out and pulled open the emergency door, which had jammed. We had to jump six or eight feet off the wing, which was spurting aviation fuel over us. I was holding Sam, and he cried a little on impact, but that's the only time.
We started running away from the plane. We were reeking of fuel. It makes no sense that the plane didn't blow up. It makes no sense that we're still alive, and I have to live with that feeling. It makes you very aware that some things must be planned and some not.
I've been so exhausted since it happened. During the daytime I think about it when I rock the baby to sleep. It will take me a long time to get the noise of that crash out of my head.