The babies looked like dolls flying out of the window.

Babies were flying all over the road.

My father's originally from Buxton (N.C.), and he loved those geese flying overhead. His favorite were the Canadian geese. He could go out there and honk just like one. And on the day of my daddy's funeral, when the hearse pulled up our driveway, a flock of Canadian geese flew overhead in a V formation, honking away. I could almost reach up and touch them they flew so low.

I remember looking out the window and watching pieces of trailers and antennas flying by.

He said my mom had been in an accident and it looked like they were flying them out somewhere. He said it doesn't look good.

It looked like he flew out the window. He has asthma, so the smoke made him very sick, and he was cut to the bone when he fell.