User blog comment:Lalainee/Near Death Experiences!/@comment-1228137-20101106174058

I've had a few close calls, in my life. When I was very young, my father and aunt, who were suppose to be watching me, weren't. I wandered outside, and made my way back into the house through the garage. I fell, as young children do, and I messed myself up on some very painful machinery.

A few years later, I was climbing a very tall tree. It was tall enough to sway close to the power lines (yeah...not to bright an idea to climb it, I realize). The branches near the top were a lot thinner than the ones near the bottom and in the middle, and there were lots of rocks down below. I was adventurous at this age, and was very determined to make it to the top. I was near the top, then I heard a very bad sound. The branch that was supporting my feet was too thin, and it snapped. I was hanging there, with no footing. The branch I was hanging by began splintering. I lost my grip, and I fell. Before I connected with the rocks, I hit a lower branch, which broke my fall.

A few years later, after a scarring experience and a what seemed like a horrid life, I more or less lost my drive to survive. I surrounded myself with things, (I don't want to say what...I'm embarrassed by it.) that basically began to poison me. Eventually, my mom found out, and put an end to it.

Finally, I was riding an ATV, without a helmet, (I'm a teen, so in my mind, I'm invincible), up and down a secluded area on my Grandma's property, in the Virginia hills. Some tractors had been doing work the day before, and there were tracks in the narrow trail. I was speeding along as fast as I pleased, and when I came up on the trail, one tire hit level ground, and the other hit the tire track. This threw me forward, while the ATV went off to the side, into the bushes and tall grass. I, however, landed head first on the dirt road, rolled several times, and finally stopped on my back. How my neck didn't break, I'm not sure.