Hmm, where to begin …
Age 6-ish: Rode my bike off the curb right in front of a car. Ended up knocked down and under the bumper/radiator, but not all the way under the engine or wheels. Cars had a lot more ground clearance at the front in the old days.
Age 15-ish: Riding my bike facing oncoming traffic, some car turned right in front of me and ended up crushing my front tire under his right front tire. I was pinned under my bike, but probably would not have ended up under hs car had he kept going.
Age 20-ish: Riding my motorcycle on the freeway, ran into a peice of debris and was knocked off. Slid from 70-ish to a stop, then scambled out of the traffic lane just in time to see a car slide sideways through where I’d just been laying.
Age 20-ish: Out shooting pistols at some junk in the desert. Had a round come right back at me. Struck dead center in the chest by a fully mushroomed .38 Special wadcutter. The impact was no harder than a finger-flick and didn’t even raise a welt or bruise. Coulda been a lot more interesting. I still have the round.
Age 25-ish: In the military. On leave in a dangerous but non-war zone. Killed a would-be mugger in a knife fight. His friends chose to scatter rather than gang up.
Age-26ish: In the military. Flying. Had an engine failure. In the wrong place that’d been fatal, as it had been to the last 2 guys in my unit to lose engines. I was near an airport with enough altitude and it was a non-event, so that one barely qualifies.
Age-26ish: In the military. Driving across the Peruvian desert on the Pan American hghway. At night. Riding shotgun in a VW van. Hit head on by a late 60s Chevy, all 4000 lbs of it. I wasn’t seriously hurt, but the driver lost a leg and most everybody else in our van was incapacitated. That was a very long night.
Age 28-ish: In the military. Flying. Misjudged a ridge crossing & came a lot closer to the ground than I should have. Goin’ 500+ mph, just a brush with anything solid will tear the jet apart & then you’re toast.
There are a couple more from the military days, but the less said about them the better.
Since then things have been a bit calmer. I have a feeling I’m forgetting one or two subsequent events, but I can’t put my finger on the details.