This one happened a fair while ago, in a Harvard, other side of the world.
Two very young RAF pilots, brand new wings, jollying around together for the first time. Lovely day, lovely aeroplane, lovely aerobatics. On the way back, one of the two says I know the girl who lives in that farm, and we start a gentle turn, go down a bit. Circle the house, keep it on the wingtip. Go down a bit more, steepen the turn. Neat.
Turn steeper. And lower. Nice house. Can't see the girl though. Pretty low now, really. Very low.
Very very low. Panic. Grab the stick, haul back., full throttle. Blur of trees and buildings. Wings level, climb away. Silence, for a long time.
Did you have her then? No. Did you? Another silence.
Couldn't happen now, though. ?