For me, I think it was when I was playing in the yard, and saw one of my mom’s pots of dirt for her garden, and I thought “yeah this would be good to dump on my lap”
It was full of fire ants. Big, angry, north carolinian fire ants.
I was covered in red welts and all I remember is screaming at the top of my lungs while my mom sprayed me down with a hose
I was skating at the local ice rink, and tripped. I think it was an Olympic-sized rink, but that might have been the pool… it was pretty big, anyway. I bounced my head off the ice so hard I saw blue and red fireworks (only time that’s ever happened to me), and slid half the length of the rink on my face wherein I crashed into the barrier. That shit hurt, I still remember it vividly 30 years later, but luckily nothing broken. My mum was simultaneously aghast, and relieved and amazed I wasn’t more injured. She was convinced I’d have fractured something in my face when she saw me fall.
Damn yeah that must have been terrifying, ice is no joke