when i was 10 i was swimming at a pool with my friend at his birthday party. we had some mini soccer goals on each end of the pool, each one was about 4ft wide and 3ft tall.
one of them fell in the pool, i volunteered to try and get it. god what a mistake it was.
i somehow ended up with my legs tangled in the net.
so i started panicking, and tried to swim to the surface with my arms (it was an 8ft deep pool)
i quickly got tired because of the weight of the net.
then i tried forcing the net off my legs with my arms, which let me sink back to the bottom.
i started to cough, but not quite the way it sounds. i was kind of coughing and kind of holding my breath at the same time, but it was because i was running out of air.
i was underwater panicking for about one minute, until someone saw me struggling and swam over to help.
i then had a phobia of deep water until i was 13 and a half...
i am now 16, i swim every day, and a registered scuba diver. my phobia still haunts me though, i try to stay away from constrictive underwater spaces (e.g. a small cave or seaweed) and i always make sure i have a dive knife on me
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On a trampoline. I almost fell out of it. Also in the pool. I was pushed back to where i can drown. luckily there was something there for me to grab on to.
The locations may seem far fetched, it's because I'm a military child.
When I lived in Japan I climbed Mt. Fuji with a bunch of family friends. I was 13 at the time, so I had no right to be on fucking Mt. Fuji. Anyway, We got to Station 3, which if I remember correctly is about the halfway point to the top. We got our sticks branded and continued 5 minutes up the mountain, then some rocks slipped underneath me and I proceeded to roll down the mountain. Now when I say roll, mt. Fuji is not a perfectly flat grade, it's composed mostly of jutting out rock and cliff faces.
Stitches on my chest, forehead, both arms, and right leg. A broken collarbone, broken right wrist (Ala compound fracture, yum.) and 3 cracked ribs. And yet it holds no candle to my snowmobile accident...
This was actually only a year ago: after we PCSed from Japan my dad was deployed to Alaska, being the intelligent individual that I am, I took up snowboarding and snowmobiling and did both activities pretty regularly. But in the 3 years I lived there before moving out I never got hurt.
Fast forward to last year, I was spending the week up there to visit with family and friends. Me and a bunch of my old snowmobiling buddies got a free weekend at a resort a couple hours north and headed up there. So immediately we take our machines out and ride the river next to the lodge. (Frozen rivers and lakes are incredibly fun to gun the machines on.)
We gun it down this river, going roughly 120 mph most of the way. Anyway we have fun for several hours, jumping hills, going as fast as we can, etc. etc. It gets to be about 3:30PM, which is when the sun goes down during the winter there. We stop and take a break, eat our food, take a piss. My friends gear up to leave, but I still need to piss, so I tell them to go ahead and I'll catch up. (I'm out on the tundra, possibly the dumbest thing I will ever say in my entire life.) I finish up, get on my machine, and gun it like there's no tomorrow.
About 10 minutes down the river I realize it's getting to dark to see, so I hit my brights. And see the tree. It's too late to do anything about it but to say "Shit." I hit the tree at an angle and the snowmobile stop, I do not. I rocket off the machine at 120 mph, taking the windshield with me, I fly through the air for what seems like forever... And then I hit another tree.
I woke up in the hospital days later. Apparently it took them 6 hours to find me, because my dumbass friends got the lodge and didn't say anything about my absence until about 8PM. Again I broke my collarbone, 4 of my fingers as well as the hand their on, my left femur in 2 places (it's got bolts and pipes in there right now.) And I'm missing my right middle toe thanks to frostbite when my boot flew off.
When I was digging, some green thing walked to me and blew up, bitch almost got me killed
I fell down the stairs and cracked my head open; there was also the time where I had a stick and fell, and it made a scar from an inch away from my eye to well behind my ear, cutting across my temple; I nearly lost an eye, and I nearly bled to death in the bargain. Fun times. I have a bad-ass scar now, though, so it was worth it. :smug:
Fell down a tree and almost got impaled by this root
marrying my ex-wife.
Stopped eating for a few days when I was a kid for some reason, blood sugar plummeted and I got rushed to hospital, and refused to let anyone near me with an IV, so I got force fed the sugariest shit you could imagine.
And a few years ago when I had the flu really bad I got sent home from school and tried to sleep it off, woke up hallucinating from dehydration, convinced I only survived because my cousin who hardly ever visits, showed up and I shouted as loud as I could for water.
All that came out was a rasp :sigh:
Christmas lamps on the tree almost electrocuted me.
I remember the one day during the winter it had recently snowed. So my friends and I naturally went to play in it. I got my sled as well as my friends and we decided to go to the steepest hill near our area. This hill was next to train tracks, but there was a fence in between us and the train tracks so we thought it was safe. Well, we learned a very painful lesson.
I went for my 13th run down the hill. This time I did a running charge towards the snow to give me more speed. I flopped down onto the sled like a penguin does with it's belly. The speed was incredibly fast and it was such an adrenaline rush. I was so happy, then when I hit the fence, it gave out. I slid in between the ground and the fence. I gored myself of the metal wires, gashes across my chest and arms. When I slid under, my head went over the train tracks, not my body, not head.
I was unconscious for a brief moment due to the sudden slam of the fence. When I awoke, there was a train about 10 ft away from my face. I panicked but could do nothing because I was stuck by the fence. A random kid rushed down the hill, grabbed me, and pulled my head up before I got hit by the train. There was a second where, and I swear I'm not making this up, time stalled and as this kid was slowly lifting me up, I felt a chunk of metal skim across the top of my head. I was awe struck and very grateful towards this random kid.
This random kid would later be one of the greatest friends I've ever had.
My closest call with death is either when I went on vacation at Yellowstone and got rammed and trampled by a Bison, or when I got hit by a car on my bike and went through their cheap-ass windshield.
one time i shit out my large intestine
I laughed at religion...
i swimmed in a lake, unaware it was infested with crocodiles.
my badass uncle has a tiger, it fucking bited me
a flyng silver hammer almost hited me yesterday.
and so on... yeah, its like the universe want to kill me constantly. :smug:
[QUOTE=Ryuken;25709395]i swimmed in a lake, unaware it was infested with crocodiles.
my badass uncle has a tiger, it fucking bited me
a flyng silver hammer almost hited me yesterday.
and so on... yeah, its like the universe want to kill me constantly. :smug:[/QUOTE]
Are you like, 11?
Almost breaking my back in a fight, doc told me that only a tiny bit more force would have killed me. And the first time I went to train my back up again, the guy was amazed I was even alive :v:
Choked at night when I was ill and sleeping. So much mocus to breath.
Or when me and my dad motor-boat stopped working in the middle of the sea. And when I jumped to the sea, to swim to another boat. It scared me.
I think I had one more but I forgot.
Almost fell off the Grand Canyon, was standing on the edge for a picture and stumbled, my dad caught me.
Good times.
Almost jumped off a balcony with a kite attached to my back. Car came into the driveway seconds before I could do it though
I was like 7
I drove around Philadelphia once
[QUOTE=Hesychasmos;25709643]I drove around Philadelphia once[/QUOTE]
well played
Let's just say that I remembered to wear a helmet when I worked for a scaffolding company.
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[QUOTE=TriigerHappy;25709562]Almost fell off the Grand Canyon, was standing on the edge for a picture and stumbled, my dad caught me.
Good times.[/QUOTE]
When I was there last summer, the park ranges talked about all sorts of kids, and people falling off of the ledges
Apart from being in hospital over 6 times from my "Cat" cutting my wrist :v:
I think it'd have to be falling out of my window and breaking my ankle and shoulder blade when i was 10
I guess mine was when I was born 2 months premature and my skin was all blue and the doctors thought I was going to die.
A staph infection
I once got ran over once and I was like lol i almost got ded
When I saw OP
Some bizarre thing where I was shooting metal targets, and hit one in such a perfect way that it shattered and a piece came back and grazed me, it was scary as fucking hell. I had this long cut on my cheek, and lucky it didn't hit me in the eye or leave a scar.
I saw no reason for eating upside down to be considered dangerous until I swallowed a boiled lolly and it got stuck in my throat for about 30 seconds. Scary shit.
Also I've been standing with my headphones in and neglected to notice trams coming towards me until the last second as I couldn't hear them.
I stuck a copper key in an electrical outlet
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