From the "Embarrassing Experiences" thread:
Earlier this year I locked myself in a cabinet and had to call my friend to come over and let me out
Luckily I had my cell phone.
And luckily my door was unlocked.
The cabinet was like a small closet with a door. I was getting some clothes (moving out) and out of boredom I closed the door. It locked. Completely unexpected. You can only open it from the outside.
I struggled and struggled, and finally I was like **** this, I'm calling somebody. I spent the next 15 minutes waiting and sucking air through a little hole in the door. It was summer, and hot as hell. It was about 100 outside, and inside was even hotter. I had to take off my shirt because I was hot and sweating so much. Finally the door opened and it was the greatest moment of my life. He was a great guy, and didn't give me any slack about it.
Come to think of it I seriously could have died in there and nobody would have
ever known. It sucks just thinking about how much I could've suffered in there. *shudder* I would've suffocated or died from the heat and lack of air.
But I look back on it and laugh. Usually. I have had a lot of "could've died" experiences.
Other ones (my early life was quite dangerous):
When I was 4, we were playing hide and seek outside. I hide under a car. 5 minutes later, the car starts. I rolled my *** out of there quick right before it pulled off.
4 years old, house caught fire. I was asleep (!!!) and carried out of the house by my dad.
When I was 5, jumped into the deep end of a swimming pool. Couldn't swim. I was at the breaking point and couldn't hold my breath any longer when I was pulled out of the water.
Later that year, I got some kind of disease (possibly pneumonia) that almost killed me. I couldn't speak, sore throat, vomiting, and I had fluid in my lungs. Torture. I missed a month of school, most of the time spent in the hospital.
6 years old, I was leaning over a really high balcony and I flipped over the top. Luckily I didn't let go of the rail but my back slammed into the metal balcony and my arms, which twisted awkwardly, hurt for weeks afterwards. I was pulled to safety by my grandfather.
Also, when I was 6 I was grabbed by a mentally disabled man (completely serious, everyone in the neighborhood knew this) and he tried to toss me over a fence where I probably would've been mauled by his Rottweiler. I kept clinging to the fence until some guy came over and started hitting the man. My fingers and palms were cut up by the fence. Two years later he went to jail (not sure what for). It was weird because before that he was very friendly and never gave trouble to anybody, he just acted a little strange. Guess he just snapped.
7 years old, I lived in a duplex and the kids in the apartment below me started a fire. Once again I was asleep, carried out by my dad.
We then moved into my grandmother's house, my room was in the basement. A few months later I was in my room playing Uniracers on the SNES
and my 1-year-old sister was on the bed watching me play. I heard a hissing sound and I didn't know where it was coming from, then the water heater caught on fire. (The fire, it never ends!) Quickly I tossed the controller, grabbed my sister and ran past the water heater (I had no choice), upstairs, and told my uncle. I expected them to think I was joking, but thankfully they believed me. No damage was done to the house.
8 Years old, riding my bike across an intersection, a speeding car runs the light and hits my back tire, sending me and my bike flying. I landed on the other side of the street on my side and rolled several times, but wasn't seriously hurt. A few scrapes and a sore hip.
9 years old, riding my bike down a steep alley hill, my chain snaps (probably due to the previous story) and I couldn't pedal backwards to brake. It just kept slipping. So I desperately put my feet down but it didn't do much. I go flying across the street and a car skids to avoid me. If it hadn't slowed down I would've been annihilated.
14-18 years old, high school
18 years old, college
