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When I was 5 I had my face lit on fire. Not exactly near death but that's pretty bad. I guess I'm lucky I'm not blind.
Then when I was seven my best friend pushed me down a flight of stairs and I hit the back of my head on the vaccum cleaner when I hit the ground. That was pretty bad too. It never bothered me much until I got older and heard about people who'd gotten killed falling down a flight of stairs.
This one I'm not too proud of but one time my father threw a big heavy pipe wrench at my head. We were arguing and I ran out of the apt. and started down the stairs, when I looked back to see him start to throw the wrench. I took a leap off the 7th step or so from the ground and tucked my head down, and the wrench missed me by less than a foot. That was pretty scary. Don't worry, I kicked his ass for it.
Most recently, two years ago after Thanksgiving my father was driving us back from Atlantic City at about 3am and it was drizzling slightly, just enough to make the road slick. All of a sudden we went into a skid and we must have done about three full spins and almost hit the divider, An oncoming car behind us almost hit us as we were spinning, and if they had one of us would have likeley been killed.
That's all I can think of right now.
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