I was flying in a big commercial airline down to San Diego. But, I wasn't in the passenger section, I was in the cockpit. My Dad was flying the plane. We were about to land, when for some reason we couldn't, so we had to pull back up in a hurry. There wasn't any sort of crash or explosion, but all of a sudden I was falling through the air. I wasn't falling very fast though, so I had time to think about everything. My wife Rachel was there with me, and pointed out that if I could try to land on #27, a football player, it would break my fall and I'd be ok. I missed #27, but landed fairly softly on some green grass. I found Rachel and she wasn't hurt, but when I asked about my 3 month old son Milo, she said there was no way he could have survived something like that.