Age 5: Was riding my bike around our court on the curb, and BAM! Rode right into a mailbox. Thank God I was wearing a helmet.

Age 6 or 7: Was down at the lake, and had just returned from a "boat ride" (damn thing didn't even run, just trolled around the cove). My plan was to jump from the boat to the dock. Well as I jumped, so did my cousin. I went underwater, and came up under the dock, I had a lifevest on.

Age 16: Training a horse, and the horse wasn't responding to it's leg cues, so the idea was to use spurs. Great, but I'd never used spurs before. Needless to say, I came up over the front of him, did a flip in the air, landed on my butt. Took about 1/10000000th of a second after I hit the ground to remember that there was an angry 1000 lb animal running behind me.

Age 16: Driving a John Deere tractor across the pasture, dragging some old trees, was going way too fast, probably 18 - 20 MPH. Hit a HUGE rut, enough to where the entire tractor became airborn. I wasn't wearing the seatbelt (believe it or not there really are seatbelts on tractors), and was thrown out of my seat to the left in front of the tire. Luckily, my left heel hit the very edge of the last step, and my right arm caught the steering wheel.

Age 16: Buried my parent's Jeep Grand Cherokee up to the doors in mud. Had to go home and tell dad.

 

With the exception of Buckdropper's experiences in nam, I share many of the same stupid skateboarding ideas/cliffjumping, but heres a memorable one for me.

1 month ago: Heading up a windy mtn road on the streetbike in the passing lane around an uphill left hand turn, and a dam semi drifts halfway into my lane. My buddy 30 feet ahead of me on his bike had room to move to the right lane, but i had a car right beside me. I took the corner with my wheels almost touching the car and the semi missing my head by about a foot. My efin heart was poundin pretty hard for a while after that.

as the ppl on here with streetbikes can attest to, it is very easy to have many near deaths in a single ride if you are unlucky.

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hah found this thread while doing a search, figured I'd bump it.

I remember back when I was 12 or 13, I was over in France visiting some family on my mom's side. We were all out hiking on this small mountain beside my uncles house (he lives in what used to be an old gov't ski lodge in southern France, it's incredible) and I remember we got to this really rocky patch. I had another uncle up ahead of me and he slipped, causing a few large boulders to start sliding down. One came within inches of knocking me down with it, probably killing me, or at the very least severly injuring me.

 

I almost got chopped in half by my brother while machetti fighting in the barn.

 

I almost replied to this again...

Oops, I guess I did.

 

Too many stories.. but one time I was driving our jet-ski and I was about 10.. The jet-ski died right when I was doing about 30mph towards the dock.. I nailed the dock, flew off the jet-ski, hit my head on the dock and fell in the lake. I was knocked out. Nobody was around except for our golden lab, who dragged me to shore. I loved that dog

 

proof that dogs are mans best friend

 

I think I was 7 or 8 years old.

we had a bad snow storm a day before, and I decided to go out back and make a Hut made of snow. this hut thingy was just me making it then, all snow, enough to fit I'd say to people in it. It took forever to build using 5 gallon buckets to shapt it and make a roof out of snow for it too.

The damn hut caved in on me when I was inside of it, burried me in snow trapping me. Luckly my dad saw what happened through the window and ran out side and dug me out of the snow.

 

If they ever offer to teach you to fly.... Take a video camera.

 

Im 24 now, and like all you other crazy guys, Im lucky to be here too after some of the stuff we've done...wow.

The one that hits me the hardest was 3 summers ago just outside of Columbia Missouri. Me and 2 friends were following a new Mazda 4-door car and a '88 Chevy half-ton around 11pm on a 2 lane, unlit road. Me and my 2 buddies were in my dads '00 Corolla. My sister and her best friend were in the Chevy, 2 cars in front of us. A drunk driver in a brand new '05 Silverado came around the corner, no lights, going at least 50mph, slammed into them head on, causing the Maza to rear end them, and me hitting the Mazda. No slidmarks, no horns, skidding, nothing just BAM BAM BAM and it was over.
The 3 of us were fine. Pulling my bleeding sister and her best friend out of that truck was what scared me. My sis broke the back glass and the windsheild with her head.
Everyone turned out ok after a couple of months. All 8 walked away, the drunk got 3 years, and dad got a new car. Funny thing was that when we left the restaurant where we had eaten, none of us had buckled up. After talking to my sister, we both realized that we had all 5 buckled up at the exact intersection, honestly 10-20 seconds before the accident.

The good Lord was watching out for us, no doubt. It takes something like this to really see that he's in our lives. I can't imagine how I would have dealt with getting out of that car to see that my sister had gone through that windsheild.....

 

I'm going to say age 16 qualifies as a "kid" . . . hell, anyone in their 20s and early 30s is a kid, but I digress . . .

When I was 16 (back in the old days) I worked at this store and we got robbed. I had a gun held to my head by the guy robbing us.

Was I close to death? Maybe. Felt like it at the time.

Only other times (twice) were as an adult. That's three of my nine lives.

 

I can't recall it all and can't believe I'm still here.

Sing the song children--

Goodbye Papa please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along

 

Wait, let me get this straight. You were mauled and then your dog mauled the offending dog? That's movie stuff.

WOW. I have had this exact thing happen to me, I never told anyone about it. I was in my bed at the time too, I felt exactly like you described. I never saw a white light, lucky bastard.

Hit with Pipe: Once in a great while I have an uncontrollable twitch or outburst of a muscle, it's not that obvious to others but it's a surge or jolt going through my muscles I cannot control. It's very rare, maybe once a month but it's scary. I attribute both of these, including chronic memory loss to when I was hit with a pipe, you all remember.



Weight Lifting: Another time I was switching grips with about 225 on the bar, the bar slipped off my palms and stopped on my chin, my buddy had slowed it down to where it did nothing. This was only a couple weeks ago. I owe my buddy my life, great spotter it all happened so fast.

Car Accident: No seatbelt, airbags saved my life. I think the pics are still in my gallery.

 

One that scared me the most was at age 14.

Where I went to middle school, there was an overhead bridge over a set of railroad tracks between the school and where I lived. The incline on both sides of the bridge was very, very, steep and long incline and it was a pain to have to climb it on foot or on a bike. So, me and this one kid who lived in the same direction of town away from the bridge would exchange giving each other a ride down the steep hill when either of us happend to bring a bike. I got on one day, having done it many times before, and rode down. Went down very fast as usual but his bike didn't have brakes. Back then I had a small butt and we shared the seat. Well, I guess he tried to push me too far back and I felt like I was held on the seat by my ********. Scariest feeling in the world knowing that if you fall your **** is going to land on the spinning tire. Well, the bike starts swerving left and right and I thought he was doing it to be an idiot but later he said he couldn't control it. We eventually ended up sliding to the ground and I cannot believe I walked away with a couple scars on my elbow. He said he had stiches.

Random fact: I'm in college now and I still have and wear the same pair of shorts that I was wearing that day.

There's some others but it was all I could to to bring back that one. Man, those were some scary times.

 

Oh man, first thing that comes to mind..

Age 14, it had been raining for 2 solid days. There was a creek running through our neighborhood. Me and my best friend Scott decided that the best thing we could do after getting home from school was to inflate the little two man raft that was in his garage and "hit the rapids"..

This raft had multiple holes that we "patched" with duct tape. Hey, it held air, good to go!! We had a couple of paddles, time to run the damn thing.

This creek normally runs about 6" to 10" deep, but after a good rain it can rise a good 30 feet and flood out 2 streets on either side. It was just under that level on this day.

We put in up near the elementary school and it was pretty freakin' cool for about a 1/4 mile or so.. probably class 2, the raft was holding air, just lots of scratches to our arms and faces from the trees we were whippin' through.. WOOHOO!!

Then it changed to about class 4. Class 4 for a couple little idiots with no clue in a tiny inflatable raft. I have to say we rode the **** outta it for about 1 minute, then we hit a hole. I mean a hole that just spun us like a washing machine. Jettisoned me, thought for sure I was gonna drown as I spun around down there, then it spit me up on a mudbank and I clawed my stupid *** up. No sign of Scott or the raft. After I realized I wasn't killed I made my way up the bank, through a back yard, covered in mud, and down to the next bridge. There was Scott, laying on a rock, the raft was never found. Scott's back still hurts him to this day.

We both shoulda been croaked. Not the last time either we shoulda been killed for doing stupid things, many more time followed.. LOL.. that was just the first..