In the sixties, at around the age of 4, I recall having a panic attack, onboard a F27 with my parents at BIHN, it having gotten stuck in an immense pothole, engines going at what sounded like full power to a child's ear, trying to get unstuck. We ended being "evacuated" I remember. I guess I thought we had crashed. This was probably my first flight.
In the late seventies, I recall class getting interrupted at least once a day due to an F27 screeching by, on a low final to BIRK, what felt like just outside the windows of the old "latin school". All over town one could hear the every landing and takeoff. I loved the sound.
In the eighties, at the university, at least once every day we had tuition interrupted at the university as a Starfighter on final to EKYT.