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Everyone has had at least one, heh, I have quite a few experiences, but these stick out the most.
I was a little kid, about 6 or 7, and was chasing lizards up a tree at our house in Homestead FL. Having fun watching thier tails pop off as I grabbed them with my thumb and forefinger. Before I knew it, I was at the end of a very long branch about 15 to 20 feet off the ground. When I looked down at the ground I startled myself, and began to panic. I tried to turn around and head back, but I slipped off the branch. I remember thinking to myself, why haven't I hit the ground yet??? When I finally did, it was flat on my ***. Legs outstretched in front knocking the wind out of me. I was stunned for a few seconds before I realized I wasn't breathing, so I got up and headed for the house. I got about 5 feet from the door, and I thought to myself, is my mom going to kill me for this? Or am I going to die before I get to the door? Luckily the thought of my mother beating the crap out of me while I was starving for air scared the breath back into me and I turned around and went back up the tree
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Not so much fear for myself, but everyone around me. When I was about 16 we were living in Spangdahlem Germany, my parents had split at this time and my mom was having a little "Women Only" party. They were out on the balcony of our third floor apartment just outside my bedroom, and I could hear them having a pretty good time and was happy, my mom hadn't been a very nice lady since the divorce. I was merrily playing Sid Miers Pirates on my newly acquired Commodore 64, when I hear a shout from the back of the house. They had moved inside as it was getting rather chilly outside. I paused my game and perked up a bit. Shouts? Again, I hear Jennifer shouting "Rose!!" (my mom) from the bedroom where her infant daughter was sleeping.
Curious, I opened the door to see her lift the baby by the arm lifeless and let her drop back down on the bed in a heap. My mom rushed into the room and immidiatly began doing CPR on the little baby. I rushed in behind her and watched for a few seconds in horror. Then I snapped out of it and ran to the phone to call 999 (I think its the same as in UK, cant remember now). I couldn't communicate very well with the operator and all I remember from the phone call was shouting "Get here ****ing NOW!" giving our address several times, and punching the vaulted ceiling in the hallway. My mom carried on doing CPR, and within a few minutes an ambulance pulled up in front of the apartment building. Unfortunately they couldn't save her and pronounced her dead in the house. My mom called a priest and they came and blessed the house. The next day was very weird. No one said a word at all, but we all knew what everyone was thinking.
More recently, well 9 years ago now, we were getting ready to fly home from Saudi Arabia after doing our 100 day rotation. Everyone who was going home on this flight had to attend a "special" threat briefing. In the briefing they told us that they had captured a few "terrorists" outside the Coalition side of the base with anti-aircraft weapons. Great, I missed my sons first Christmas to come here and get killed on the flight home. So, all 300 of us nervously got on the plane the next day. I had the good fortune of getting the seats in front of the emergency wing door exit. Extremely small seats. I had a mammoth dude sitting next to me who didn't like flying at all and was very nervous already. The pilot came on and told us that because of the "terrorist" threat we were going to be doing some extreme manuveurs to get into the proper air space and out of Saudi. He didn't lie.
We took off faster than I had imagined an L1011 could. As soon as we were airborn, we hit about a 65 degree angle and immidiatly began banking to the right and climbing. Around and around we went, engines screaming in my ear, I can see the wing tips bouncing at least 10 feet with the turbulence! When we finally leveled out, we did so with a BANG! The lights flickered and the engines wound down so much, I feared they had stopped working, it felt like we were sinking. Here we go I thought. I am going to die. The big fella next to me grabbed his sick bag, and immidiately filled it. Then we began doing a series of left and right turns and eventually began flying straight and level. I asked the flight attendant for a couple of sleeping pills, no can do, were still in Saudi air space but once we get out over the med, I can give you all you want. She looked liked she wanted some too. All the way back to Albuquerque , there was severe weather at every stop (in Rhien Main, Philadelphia, Chicage, and St. Louis). I have been on planes 4 times since then, and everytime is worst than the last. Needless to say I don't fly a whole lot anymore.
So what are yours?
I was a little kid, about 6 or 7, and was chasing lizards up a tree at our house in Homestead FL. Having fun watching thier tails pop off as I grabbed them with my thumb and forefinger. Before I knew it, I was at the end of a very long branch about 15 to 20 feet off the ground. When I looked down at the ground I startled myself, and began to panic. I tried to turn around and head back, but I slipped off the branch. I remember thinking to myself, why haven't I hit the ground yet??? When I finally did, it was flat on my ***. Legs outstretched in front knocking the wind out of me. I was stunned for a few seconds before I realized I wasn't breathing, so I got up and headed for the house. I got about 5 feet from the door, and I thought to myself, is my mom going to kill me for this? Or am I going to die before I get to the door? Luckily the thought of my mother beating the crap out of me while I was starving for air scared the breath back into me and I turned around and went back up the tree
.Not so much fear for myself, but everyone around me. When I was about 16 we were living in Spangdahlem Germany, my parents had split at this time and my mom was having a little "Women Only" party. They were out on the balcony of our third floor apartment just outside my bedroom, and I could hear them having a pretty good time and was happy, my mom hadn't been a very nice lady since the divorce. I was merrily playing Sid Miers Pirates on my newly acquired Commodore 64, when I hear a shout from the back of the house. They had moved inside as it was getting rather chilly outside. I paused my game and perked up a bit. Shouts? Again, I hear Jennifer shouting "Rose!!" (my mom) from the bedroom where her infant daughter was sleeping.
Curious, I opened the door to see her lift the baby by the arm lifeless and let her drop back down on the bed in a heap. My mom rushed into the room and immidiatly began doing CPR on the little baby. I rushed in behind her and watched for a few seconds in horror. Then I snapped out of it and ran to the phone to call 999 (I think its the same as in UK, cant remember now). I couldn't communicate very well with the operator and all I remember from the phone call was shouting "Get here ****ing NOW!" giving our address several times, and punching the vaulted ceiling in the hallway. My mom carried on doing CPR, and within a few minutes an ambulance pulled up in front of the apartment building. Unfortunately they couldn't save her and pronounced her dead in the house. My mom called a priest and they came and blessed the house. The next day was very weird. No one said a word at all, but we all knew what everyone was thinking.
More recently, well 9 years ago now, we were getting ready to fly home from Saudi Arabia after doing our 100 day rotation. Everyone who was going home on this flight had to attend a "special" threat briefing. In the briefing they told us that they had captured a few "terrorists" outside the Coalition side of the base with anti-aircraft weapons. Great, I missed my sons first Christmas to come here and get killed on the flight home. So, all 300 of us nervously got on the plane the next day. I had the good fortune of getting the seats in front of the emergency wing door exit. Extremely small seats. I had a mammoth dude sitting next to me who didn't like flying at all and was very nervous already. The pilot came on and told us that because of the "terrorist" threat we were going to be doing some extreme manuveurs to get into the proper air space and out of Saudi. He didn't lie.
We took off faster than I had imagined an L1011 could. As soon as we were airborn, we hit about a 65 degree angle and immidiatly began banking to the right and climbing. Around and around we went, engines screaming in my ear, I can see the wing tips bouncing at least 10 feet with the turbulence! When we finally leveled out, we did so with a BANG! The lights flickered and the engines wound down so much, I feared they had stopped working, it felt like we were sinking. Here we go I thought. I am going to die. The big fella next to me grabbed his sick bag, and immidiately filled it. Then we began doing a series of left and right turns and eventually began flying straight and level. I asked the flight attendant for a couple of sleeping pills, no can do, were still in Saudi air space but once we get out over the med, I can give you all you want. She looked liked she wanted some too. All the way back to Albuquerque , there was severe weather at every stop (in Rhien Main, Philadelphia, Chicage, and St. Louis). I have been on planes 4 times since then, and everytime is worst than the last. Needless to say I don't fly a whole lot anymore.
So what are yours?
