I think I've told this one before, but: I almost died when I was like, five. Not because of the infected lung tissue I had at the time (the surgery would come later), but, I was with family up in the mountains. Past...Estes Park, I think. We had a picnic set up. I strayed too far. Leaned over the Colorado river's raging rapids, checking it out.... whoop! Woops. Had my cousin not been nearby to swoop me back up, I would not be here. Still have problems sticking my head under water when swimming, etc. I get anxious. Other ones I can elaborate on if you'd like: That time I ALMOST MET ROBIN WILLIAMS, FUCK. That time I found myself at the top floor of a skyscraper-party with a bunch of Saudi Royalty. That time I got held up by cop-wait, I've told that one, like, three times. That time I survived Digital Arts (might have told this one) and played tag in our high school at 12 AM. That time I got into a fight.