when i was a kid, we had these handles on our garage door, and we’d hang on them and go up and down until the garage door broke and my parents had to replace it
another time, that lead to me breaking the first bone in my body (my skull), was when we’d tie two scooters/non-motorised, wheeled vehicles together with rope and ride down a hill on them. still not sure how i didn’t die
at the top of the stairs in the house i grew up in, (and still live in), there’s this little overhang that has a railing on it so you don’t fall off and die, and my friends and sister and i would all dangle ourselves head-first over the edge and see how far we could go before getting scared and having to pull ourselves back
on that same property, we had about three swimming pools and a hot tub, and one of them that was about 11ft deep had this waterfall even further down, (probably close to 20-25 ft), that lead to another pool, and we’d often jump off the waterfall into the pool below
one time, before “cosplay as a character from your favourite book day” at school, i was playing with my friends and my sister, and i was going to fall head-first from the couch onto this cushioned ottoman we had in our living room at the time, but right when i was falling, my friend scooted the ottoman out of the way, and i fell head-first onto the floor and had the biggest knot on my head for DAYS. (still not sure how that didn’t break my skull, and falling on the street years later did)