This must have been about fifteen years ago.

I was flying JFK-ORY with my Mother and Brother in the summer of 95 or 96. There were thunderstorms just off JFK and we sat on the ground for a few hours. Luckily, the plane was empty so we each had a two seater to ourselves. Eventually, we took off into the thunderstorm and the plane bounced around to the point where I was very much afraid for my life. My Mother later told me she was so sure she was going to crash and she wasn't sure how she would hug us as the plane went down as we were in two different rows.