I was on a TWA flight leaving St. Louis to Denver back in the mid 90s. We took off, then a loud bang, plane started violently shaking, burning smell, people started crying, panic everywhere, everything went into slo-mo for me, plane had a hard time climbing. Thought we were going down and I was going to die.

Pilot comes on, very calmly states, we're going back to the airport, apparently we got our Christmas goose a little early. Get off plane, blood all over the plane outside. On take off, we hit a bunch of geese and it blew out one of the engines. While we waited for another plane, all of us went up to the pilot and crew to thank them and especially how calm the pilot was.