I still remember a plane journey. I1to New York at night when a storm started and the plane began to be tossed （颠簸） up and down in the air.
When I looked2the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were very worried and afraid. They were in a very dangerous situation and was not sure3they would make it through the storm safely.
Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. It seemed that the storm meant4to her. She sat on her seat reading a book5. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again, with no worry or fear in her eyes. When6passengers were scared half to death, that girl was completely calm. I couldn't believe my eyes. How brave she was!
When the plane finally7the airport in New York, I was not surprised to find that all the passengers were hurrying to come out. I stopped8to the girl who I had watched for such a long time. I asked9she wasn't afraid.
"My daddy is10pilot, and he is taking me home." The girl replied proudly, "He is a good pilot and I always believe in my daddy."
