Near death experiences:
When I was like 5, I shoved a large piece of foam up my nose. Why? I could never tell you. I never saw the foam again, and by some lucky miracle, it didn’t block up my nasal passage and I didn’t die
Next when I was about 11, I had climbed on the roof of my treehouse. I was too scared to get down and my parents weren’t home. It was arguably, one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done. Eventually, my sister coaxed me down. It was very fricking embarrassing. While I was climbing down, my hand slipped, and I scrambled wildly but managed to hold on.
I think I was 11 again when I climbed on the other end of the banister hanging over my first floor, and decided to dangle off it, thinking I could fall down softly. Unfortunately, I was still about 8 feet off the ground and was terrified. My sisters piled up cushions and shit until I could jump down.
This last one happened on this Halloween. My friends went up to a house which had no lights on, but a running car in front and an open garage with a light on. They went to the door, and after having no response, came back, but a man came out of the garage. He had a hammer and glared at them. I decided we better book it outta there and we did. I can’t shake the feeling that guy gave off...