Non-aviation related:
Almost let my (now) wife get away.
Aviation related (for the record I've only got about 45 hours logged):
Dumped all the flaps at about 200' AGL on a go around (CFI was not impressed)
Most of the rest of these seem to have taken place at S12 (albany oregon) 3000' runway with high obstructions near the south end of the runway. Doing a touch-and-go there in the first place really isn't that good of an idea, and on top of that, the shortness of it seems to make me do dumb stuff. First of all, I've left the carb heat on at least twice. One of the times my butt was scraping over the power lines while I was only a shade above a stall. The attitude required for Vx in the skycatcher is disturbingly nose-high, so I guess it's a good thing that I couldn't see what I was going to hit. On another flight, I was entering the pattern intending to land on Rwy 16. The winds favored it, and I didn't have to descend over the power lines. While I was maneuvering for the 45* entry, a Cherokee called intending to enter downwind direct for Rwy 34. I was still a student at this point, so I didn't have the confidence to go kill time somewhere while the idiot landed with a tail wind on a short runway. I flew around the field to the south and followed him. On the first landing, I floated, then bounced, then screeched the tires. I pulled off the runway and taxied all the way back to the threshold of 34 and took off for another try. During the second landing attempt I noticed that my airspeed was in the low end of acceptable but my ground speed was really high. At this point, I finally snapped into clarity and realized that I was being an idiot, aborted the landing and left.
Later, after I got my PPL, I was trying to fly to Bend, OR to visit my dad. The weather has been really bad but we finally had scattered clouds. I figured I could get off the ground and climb on top to get over the cascades where bend was reporting clear skies. There were many holes, and my pep talk was always "never let myself loose my out." I found a good hole, got flight following, and started climbing. And climbing. And climbing. At this point I'm at 9,500' and I'm starting to climb to 11,500 and I realize that the clouds are just too high. I doubt I could have gotten over them at 13,500', not that I had O2, or that the skycatcher and its little O-200 would get me there. Luckily, I left myself an out. I always made sure that I could still see ground through the hole I was climbing through. I turned around and started descending. At about that time, Seattle Center asked what my intended route to bend was. I had to sheepishly admit that it was not possible to fly to bend VFR, and that I was going home. I still feel a little dumb for that. The final resolution is, however, that I don't think too much about trying to get on top anymore, and that I'm working on my instrument rating. ;p