Author Topic: Narrow Escapes.  (Read 2799 times)

This is my favorite topic



No,you love me you whore.
I love everyone.
Even Qwepir and Tingalz.


I was in 5th grade chorus and I started to feel dizzy but dismissed it. I then felt really light headed and excused myself to go to the bathroom, knowing that if I told her I was going to the nurse she would say "No! Go after class!" I got to the nurse and lied down, and apparently I was hyperventilating, had to go to the hospital. The doctors said if I'd stayed about 2-3 more minutes in class (there were 10 minutes left) I would have fainted.


Once my mom thought it was smart to raft down the Arkansas river WITH NO loving OARS.

Narrow escapes?
Pfft.
It's only whether you react or don't react.
I for one, don't react since I realize reacting will cause me to get hit therefore, I just act natural and leave it to fate.
Which is luckily, on my side always.

One time at North Carolina when I was 7, I was riding my old four-wheeler (it was a small one) and I was riding on these fields in the woods with my dad and his friends. I thought it would be fun to drive at full speed over this small hill, but instead the four-wheeler flipped over on me. My dad saw what happened and pulled it off me, luckily there was no damage, and we just rode off some more.

I was unplugging a television set, and there wasn't enough room to get a firm grip on it so halfway out my hand slips and I shock myself badly with the half-removed plug.

I'm pretty sure that's about it.