Walked away without a scratch from a C152 crash at a northern New Hampshire grass strip. Plane totaled, me fine.

Had a dramatic aborted takeoff aboard a BA767 at IAD in the early 1990s. It felt like we were just shy of V-1 when the pilot slammed everything into reverse and stood on the brakes. He announced that they'd seen a warning lamp associated with a thrust reverser and we were returning to the terminal for a tech check. It lasted three hours, but as this was shortly after the loss of a Lauda Air 767 due to unwanted inflight deployment of a thrust reverser, i didn't mind.

And my most hellish inflight turbulence was on a 90-mile BOS-PWM flight aboard a DHC-8 on a clear, sunny July day. We were pitched around like a Six Flags attraction for what felt like hours, and the whole cabin smelt of sweat and vomit. I wasn't scared, especially, but it was the closest I've ever come to getting airsick.