Sounds like she may have had a waking dream. Not uncommon for those in their tender years. I distinctly remember seeing a plane crash in my backyard when I was about 5 or 6. The memory is as clear and sharp as any of my waking memories, and I can still remember feeling the heat and concussion of an explosion after the craft slammed into the ground and burst into flames.
But, alas, it never happened.
Good thing, too, as it would have completely ruined my mother's petunia garden.
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