It was in a small plane, about 15 years ago, a De Havilland single Otter on skis. We were flying out to go ice fishing for the day and about 30 minutes into the flight there was this awful noise and the pilot shut the engine down. He said we would have to make an emergency landing. I thought this was really cool (I was about 10 or 12 at the time) but some of the other 9 people on board looked pretty scared.
We glided down to an uneventful landing, spent the day on the ice waiting to be picked up by another aircraft. The airline had to tow the plane back to town (about 50 or 60 miles).
A few years ago when I was working as a flight attendant for an airline, the same pilot who had flown the Otter that day started working for the airline as a 737 pilot. One day this nervous flyer came on board and told me that she was a bit scared about flying. She asked about our pilots. I told her "I've only ever been in one plane crash in my life, and the pilot who was flying then is flying the plane today. I'm still alive so I think that makes him a great pilot."
I'm not sure if that put her mind at ease.