man.... so many.... can't... decide, I'll choose a couple and keep them shortish
driving down I-90 at 4AM at about 95mph to visit my girlfriend not drunk, but I had enough in me to be illegal at 15 years old (on a learners permit) I see headlights behind me and of course decided to speed up (NO ONE passes me on I-90!) I'm going as fast as my 89 camaro can take me (120-125ish downhill with a tail wind
and this car frikken passes me, I look over in disbelief as a Rapid City Sherriff throws on his dome light and pumps his hand signaling me to slow down as he mouths "SLOW THE F*** DOWN!" I slammed on the breaks and hit the next exit... I wasn't in Meade county yet, I think he was waiting until I crossed the county line to pull me over and fry me.
Fell out of a tree after my older cousin hit me with a good sized rock and cracked my back over a 2X4 nailed between the crotch of the tree. Lost all feeling in my body from the neck down, and couldn't move my legs at all for a while, took a few minutes to get my legs working again... using my arms to crawl to the house (my cousin ran away) I was screaming at my grandma for help but the wind was knocked out of me. I rode to the hospital in an ambulance (one of 3 trips in an ambulance for me) total damage was a bruised kidney. thinking you are paralyzed for life is the second scariest event in a youths life.... right next to hearing "I... umm... missed my period" (that one happend TWICE.. luckily it was just late)
Cliff diving at a place called Jenny Gulch. I was 12 years old and it was my first time there. Everyone told me that if I looked down over the big cliff before I jumped I would chicken out, I said okay then I just won't look. I get a good running start and leap straight off the cliff. What they didn't tell me is if you jump straight out you have to clear a grouping of rocks that go a good little bit out, as I'm looking down at these boulders In my head I'm screaming "I'm gunna die!" to reaffirm what my head was thinking my friend from the top of the cliff looks down and yells "You're gunna diiiiiiiiiiiiie!!!" luckily my madly flailing arms did the trick, scraped my ass up pretty good but I lived to dive another day.
10 years old, had a full grown horse rear completely over on top of me, cracking my ribs and bruising my kidney for the first of three times. still don't know how I was impaled on the saddlehorn. When I got out of the hospital I was hoping to ride the buck right out of that damn horse, but he didn't have any left in him.
diving another day I decided I'd do a backflip off the 50 foot (I think, maybe only 40) cliff so that my pussy friend would jump off it regularly... I end up back flopping, knocking myself unconscous, and bruising my kidney yet again. which was pretty cool because it meant I was spitting up blood, and being an old hand at bruised kidneys as the bikini clad older women were freaking out I got to say in my best joe cool voice "ah, it's no big deal... just bruised my kidney, done it before" my entire backside was all bruised up very...very painful.
that's not quite half of my been hospitilized or my life is about to end as I know it stories. but I have a feeling I've wrote more then any of you are interested in anyways.