Times I've been scared
Yeah, the thread starter only asked for one, but too bad.

1) Much like Melancholica's story, when we were 15 (am now double that) once a friend of mine started fitting, then stopped breathing. Started again a couple seconds later. A minute or two later she stopped breathing a second time, this time for around 5 seconds, before starting again. The third time she stopped, after 30 seconds or so she was still not breathing. So, I began artificial resuscitation, and after a few breaths she started breathing again, and continued to do so until the paramedics arrived. Of course then my other friends who were present started in with "you just wanted to kiss her!" and immature crap like that, which still popped up every now and again for several months.

2) I like airplanes. Last time I tried to count how many flights I've been on, came to over 200. My point is, I am not at all afraid of flying. But one flight...I was going to a job interview, and my flight flew from crappy little college town #1 to c.l.c.t. #2 to c.l.c.t. #3 to Chicago, and then a second plane to Memphis, Tennessee. Now, we were in a Beechcraft 1900, which is a 19-seater propeller plane. The curtain between the passenger cabin and the cockpit was left open, and on the approach to clct #2 there was an awful storm, and the sight of the teeny-tiny little airport's runway bouncing wildly in and out of view through the front window was quite scary. Interestingly, this was a time when Life Was Good...but a few months later, just after getting dumped and near suicidal, I flew in an identical plane with a similarly rough ride, and it didn't phase me, but rather I found it fun.

3) 9 years old, lost in the woods for 4 hours, was very very scared. Came to the banks of a flooded river, broke into a house to use the phone, it was disconnected, so I went out on a high balcony, called to a passing boat for help, ended up just fine.

4) Like others...Silence of the Lambs, alone, pitch black, left dorm room door unlocked, friend sneaked in and scared the crap out of me.

5) One Hallowe'en, also about 15 years old, I thought it would be a good idea to pour gasoline on the outside of my pumpkin and light it. That was not a good idea. A worse idea was leaving the gas can on the same step of my front stoop. Gas can caught on fire, I tried to move it with a stick and dropped it on its side, with flaming gas spewing out. Not good. Luckily the fire was moving away from the house, and after waiting a while I was able to smother it in the yard using trash can lids. Next door was an exchange student who had recently arrived from Scotland...she later said that she knew I had the fire under control, but called the fire department anyway, because she wanted to see an American fire truck.
(chase, Fri 23 Feb 2007, 17:41, Reply)