the other day i was thinking about the time when i almost died. well, okay, maybe i didn't almost die. but i definitely could've. i don't know?
i remember being about 9 or 10 and playing on the neighbor's swingset. it used to be cool if you could climb up those fireman poles that you slide down, remember? so i was climbing up it, of course. to be cool. and when i reached the top... the pole came unlatched and started to tip, with me at the top. i was about twelve feet in the air about to fall flat on my back. then the girl i was playing with ran over and grabbed the pole and lifted it back up! now that i think about it, it's totally unreal how she could've lifted that (considering she was only about 13 or so). i slid down the pole and thanked her five hundred times. the sad part is, while i was thinking of this story i realized i don't even remember her name. but she is still a hero in my book.
who's got a sweet story?