Definitely the flight back from my sister's last June. It was the most turbulent and frightening flight I've ever been on. Drinks were bouncing right out of their cups and people were actually gasping and groaning. I've never seen flight attendents dump the beverage carts and run to their seats like that before either. And the whole stinking time it was turbulent, the woman seated behind me chanted, "OHMYGOD. OHMYGOD. OHMYGOD." I wanted to turn around and tell her that she really wasn't helping the situation, but I was too afraid to let go of my own arm rests to do so.

The only other really memorable flight I've been on was a flight to Atlanta on the way back to MA for my grandfather's funeral. We flew over a huge thunder and lightning storm. It was such an amazing and beautiful thing to see. I was so emotionally raw at that point already, I couldn't stop crying.

well not good or bad just interesting over phill adelphia we was in a holding patten cahse the pope had to land first wish i could have seen him o well

ROBERT:
That is interesting. How long ago was that?

o about 16 or 17 year ago but the best of that look down on them houses they all look the same style like sardines in a can

ROBERT:
Have you ever flown at night around Christmas time? I love to look down on the houses and see all the Christmas lights. It's definitely not the same view you get from driving around the neighborhoods!

A night flight returning from Cyprus to the UK in November 1996. I had been to stay with my sister and it was my first time flying on my own. Loved being on the plane and was having a great time guzzling down champagne and choccie truffles, despite the fact that my feet were twice their size and I couldn't lace up my Doc Martens due to the 16 or so mosquito bites I had sustained and which had become infected. (There had been a freak heatwave where my sister was living, hence the appearance of mozzies). I remember looking out of the window and seeing lightning above the dark clouds which was a spectacular sight. Then about halfway back to England there was a bit of a bump and suddenly all the stewardesses started running to strap themselves in as we hit horrendous turbulence. It didn't put me off flying but it was not one of my most pleasant times on a plane. I wouldn't mind but I spilled my bloody champagne.

When I got off the plane in Manchester it had been snowing so I took off my Docs and put my bare feet, mozzie bites and all, straight into the snow. Bliss !

GINGER:
You know when the flight attendants start running for their seats, it's time to hold on. :-)