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[Theo]

My Darwin Award was denied by Physics.

I was ten when I discovered my favorite sinking spot, and still somewhat believed the idea that quicksand was a deadly bottomless pit, with no escape except for conviently hanging jungle vines or ropes tossed to you just in the nick of time.

So I'm riding my BMX bike around the sand quarry, take an acess road I never took before, and roll up on the settling ponds. Mind. Blown. All this time a football field sized deathtrap had been residing almost literally in my backyard.

What would happen if I fell in? Would I be dragged screaming into the depths of the earth? The science books said no but MGM said yes. There was only one thing to do.

Without any more fucks given I waded in far beyond reach of anything solid, and sank to my chest. It was the first of many, many sinks, and it was fun......but part of me was really disappointed when I didn't sink any deeper.

In that moment, alone and in a place where no one would've heard me scream, I never gave a single thought to what I would've done if it DID keep sucking me down.

I'd trade this for my stupid power socket experiment

[DangerGirl]

Lots of hilarious stuff on here "Childhood Trauma Edition"

Not everyone escaped their own stupidity way back when. My Mom was a nurse and saw many cases of fatal stupidness...

I can relate to this as I also have a family member in the medical field who's had the privilege of meeting many Darwin award recipients, and I've got to hear many a stories of stupidity.

My father-in-law was a physician who worked a rural emergency room for a while after returning from Vietnam. He refused to let my wife have a motorcycle as a result of that. I managed to visit the twilight zone and wreck my bike while imitating Evel Knievel. Not an uncommon occurrence at the time. As for fireworks, firearms, just plain fire, we frequently tested Darwin's limits. We sent one friend to the burn ward on morphine while making an "atomic bomb firecracker" one day. His eyesight was saved by his coke-bottle thick glasses. We created dangerous toys without much help really. All before we were old enough for more lethal playthings like cars, drugs, and girls. The culture didn't give much thought to it.

Seventeen-year-old adrenaline-junkie girl with a private pilot's license. 'Nuff said. Thankfully, I survived my "bold pilot" phase and was able to become an "old pilot."

[Theo]

Seventeen-year-old adrenaline-junkie girl with a private pilot's license. 'Nuff said. Thankfully, I survived my "bold pilot" phase and was able to become an "old pilot."

I’m about half way between the bold and old phases, though I can’t say I was ever really all that bold to begin with. I’ve watched bolder pilots depart with VCTS, whist I sit and wait thirty more minutes to put more miles between me and the TS’s. I do however enjoy a good ILS to mins. That's how I like to get my adrenaline fix

[Duncan Edwards]

Seventeen-year-old adrenaline-junkie girl with a private pilot's license. 'Nuff said. ...

I knew one of those. She ended up flying P-3C Orions for my father's Navy. She found kids and marriage more difficult.