My fiance and I were on a commuter flight from Birmingham to Pensacola last summer that was uneventful until we were on approach into Pensacola. Our slow, gradual descent was interrupted by a stomach-in-your-throat, rollercoaster drop of God knows how many hundred feet. We finally level off and everyone is sitting in the silence that usually follows a near death experience, when a delighted toddler seated in front of us sings out, "Hey! That was neat! Can we do it again?"
(From the "Rest" of RHF)