Got on the wrong city bus in Mumbai, India in '84 or '85. My friends/companions were receding into the distance so I jumped off the bus. Fell hard, rolled, got up and dodged all the bikes, motorized rickshaws and cars without getting hit. All I got was a big bruise on my hip. Ah, to be young and stupid again.

Even with things that were dangerous, i never thought i was about to die! And i have been in real danger! And on that time thing...It seems to me everything takes longer, than in my young days! It seems like the days are even shorter...when I am trying to get something done! It must be an aged brain perception of time?

Several times.

Does marriage count ???

Hundreds of times lol

Several times, yes.

There have been several 'somethings'.
What's the point of living this long if you don't have some really good stories
to tell about "the time I almost died"?

Oh yes traveling alone in a foreign country with virtually no money eating dates to survive and sleeping in youth hostels with no hot water, never mind bunk beds with thin mattresses, and no locks on doors. In a country like Israel in 1973 all I would see were camels, Arabs and solders. I can write a book about my close calls with trouble.

Well, there was that one time I had the speedometer needle wrapped around and pointing straight down to neutral. 5 drunks, me included on bald tires. Good times.

Oh hell yeah. I should have died 8 or 9 times, at least.