I haven't flown very much, so I don't know if this is normal, but there was one time when it was just my brother and about 20 other passengers inside a tiny little jet, getting ready to take off for Denmark. There had been a long delay, and cheers went up as the plane finally started to gather speed up the runway; we were about to take off, and then a croaky Danish voice filled the aircraft, "Uhh, sorry about that....slight engine trouble there...got a red light" the pilot laughed briefly as the plane slowed to a halt, 20 people looking white in the face. The added Dalek quality that the engines gave his voice as it came through the speakers did not fill anyone with confidence. The plane managed to lurch into the air second time round, and before long we were bracing ourselves to repeat the process in reverse. Pitch black, raining and thundering, we hurtled shakily downwards, nearing the Aarhus runway, closer, closer, then a little further away, then we were hovering barely a few metres above the ground for what felt like forever (I've heard it's called the "ground effect") then suddenly our pilot caused plane and Earth to meet so forcefully that everyone jumped a foot in the air and several children began to cry. Few people thanked the stewardess as we disembarked, and as I turned round at the bottom of the steps and looked up, a fork of lightning tearing across the sky, I half expected her to say "Roooom for one more..."
Maybe I dramatised that a bit (and took up too much message space), but it was an adventure at the time!