This may take a bit of scene-setting...
When I was younger, my house was near the village hall. There was a large car park and a steep dirt hill which led to some abandoned ground, and on one side of this ground was a wall which was about two foot tall on one side, but led to a 40 foot drop on the other side, into a large patch of nettles (and probably broken glass, syringes, animal mess and other assorted nasties).

When I was five, I climbed a tree on the abandoned lot which over-hung the drop, and fell out. A slightly older kid from up the road turned around and stuck her arms out at what can only be described as lightning speed, catching me. I escaped with a grazed bum, and a phobia of heights. I still have no idea how she knew to turn at that time, or how she reacted quickly enough to catch me (I was probably only about three foot above the wall when I fell). Gives me the shivers to think about it really.

Ooh, and on the day of my First Communion, I'd only just left the living room when the massive glass lampshade we had fell down and smashed right on the spot where I'd been sat. Scary bananas...
(BelladonnaAnodyne Melissa's gonna wet herself, I swear..., Sun 22 Aug 2010, 18:58, Reply)