One of my first memories of an incident was when I was about 16 or 17, on my way back to NY from visiting my sister in Californa. I some how hit the tray of the man next to me and spilled his coffee all over him.
Next would be another trip home from California to NY. Plane was late, we were supposed to leave the night before, but didn't get out until about 7:30am the next morning. We weren't happy. What was supposed to be a direct flight from CA to NY ended up having to be a stopover in Dallas/Ft. Worth. While preparing to land in Texas, there was a loud bang and the whole plane shook