Ok, if you're afraid of flying, stop reading now. But per request, here's my scary flying story:
Like I mentioned in the previous post, we were coming back from our WDW honeymoon this past June; we took a late flight so we could spend the morning and afternoon at DTD. Well, we get to the airport and our 7:00pm flight ends up being delayed nearly 4 hours - no biggie. I had to be at work the next morning, but I'm used to flight delays.
So, we finally get on the plane and take off (btw, we're on the largest plane that AA flies - don't remember the number, but it's huge). It's about a 2 hour to 2 1/2 hour flight from Orlando to Dallas. We get about 30 minutes in to the flight and the flight attendants start offering drinks, snacks, etc. We hadn't hit ANY turbulance and everything was smooth going. All of a sudden, our plane literally fell straight down through the sky. The seatbelt sign was off, so a ton of people (including a baby near us) flew out of their chairs. The flight attendants were knocked off their feet on to the ground, and many of them got beat up pretty bad by the free-rolling beverage carts.
Because drinks were out, those went all over the place, too. You know in movies when a plane falls down through the sky, you see the liquid in cups fly straight up, crystalize, and then fall back down? That's really what happens; it was frozen when it came back down. Our pilot tried to pull the plane back up, we fell again; tried to pull it up for a second time, and we fell for a third time. I really did think this was it for us; everyone on the plane was crying - men included. There was one dad (also coming back from WDW) that was a good 20 rows in front of his kids and wife; he was yelling back at them to see if any of them were badly hurt - while he was crying at the same time.
Our pilot finally got control of the plane; by then, everyone was soaking wet from drinks, a lot of people were banged up pretty bad, there was glass all over the first class area where they'd been eating/drinking using glassware, and one of the flight attendants had gotten hit straight on by the beverage cart. (She had to be laid down the rest of the trip.) The ceilings and walls were dripping wet with drinks and condensation, too.
Oddly enough, they came on the speakers and said they hit a batch of turbulance that wasn't on the radar and that no airplane in front of us had reported. To be honest, I think we had a severe technical malfunction. The flight attendants came around with first aid kits, towels, etc. and we continued on to Dallas. Most people were crying the rest of the way back; keep in mind, too, that we still had over 3/4 of our flight to go.
One of the attendants told my DH and I that she'd been doing this for over 25 years, and she'd never seen anything like this happen. She also told us (with an hour left to go in the air) that they were damaging out our plane as soon as we landed. (Which is why I think there was way more than turbulance wrong; the walls/ceilings/floors could have easily been cleaned up.) That's not really something you want to hear while still in flight!
People were praying out loud as we landed; it was the scariest experience of my life. My DH broke in to tears as soon as our feet touched the ground in Dallas; he knew how scared I was and didn't let on to how terrified he was until we landed.
There were people that were supposed to be getting on connecting flights that were refusing to do so; they were all lined up at customer service demanding refunds for the last leg of their trip and a rental car.
It was horrible; and, about 2 weeks later, I had to fly back to Orlando with DH's family. They'd booked a cruise 2 years out and had paid for me to go, too, as a newlywed gift; they'd upgraded DH and myself to have our own cabin. Let's just say the whole night before the flight was horrible; I had a horrible panic/anxiety attack (first one ever) and cried the whole way down there on the plane. I didn't even enjoy the cruise because I was just dreading the flight home.
The whole thing was awful; I don't know if I'll ever be able to get back on to a plane without suffering from an anxiety attack or having to be doped up on something. And, my friend is in the airforce; I talked to him about what happened and told him about the whole drinks-turning-in-to-crystals part; he said he didn't really think I wanted to hear how fast and far we fell for that to happen, but that "you're lucky to be here." I still thank God everyday that we at least had an amazing pilot that was able to get control again.
theres a starbucks about half way to disneyland that we ALWAYS stop by. do you have any special stops you have to make??
Plus, it seems like flying takes just as long anyway.
This was bad because the signs point you off in some direction and then you never see them again. Our GPS got us out, of course, it was the GPS that got us in that mess in the first place. 
Anyway, that is what I hate most about driving. Flying is more fun though. 
maybe one day we'll fly, but id rather stay on the ground if i can
