i was rafting the gallatin river as part of a team of experienced whitewater rafters but we had a couple of n00bs with us who got drunk and rowdy. the water flow was also very high and fast that day. the inexperienced idiots were in the back drinking beer and messing with our concentration around house rock, a very tricky and dangerous spot to navigate even in medium fast waters. the both lost their paddles and fell in. we managed to pull them back in but were now short two able paddlers. shortly after a tricky wave lifted the boat high up in the air and i paddled air instead of water. needless to say i fell in. i was immediately caught in an underwater swirl that, despite my high-flotation vest pulled me beneath another large rock. the icy water made my throat spasm and no matter how i struggled, i could not get my legs free from the current. i was totally gonna drown. i, unlike those drunk idiots, had held fast onto my paddle, which gave me a tiny bit of extra balance and flotation in the water and when the current let up for a second i pulled my legs out and was free-riding the whitewater on my back. eventually i got tossed closer to the shore and i swam like hell and clambered up the steep side. my mates had thrown me a rope bag but i was already submerged and they could not stop and look for me until a mile later on account of the river being so wild and hard to manage. i was so full of adrenaline i did not even feel my body in the grips of hypothermia. the end.

Man, I can't hold a candle to all of your experiences but I guess I'll go ahead. :0

When I was 7-9 I was choking on a too-large bite of sandwich, I tried to tell my babysitter I literally could not breathe by waving and pointing to my throat, but she told me to go away and stop being so dramatic. I knew the Heimlich maneuver from one of those informational kids' shows and I used a table to get it out.

I still sort of hold a grudge against that lady.

I wouldn't say this is a near death experience, more of a near "seriously messed up" experience.

Joules (a giant ginger thoroughbred- breed of horse- who is the biggest wuss you've ever seen) was tied up in the tiny yard. I was brushing Rosie (the pony I ride) who was tied to the gate. Joules got a fright (got the lead rope over her head or something) and pulled back hard. With the stables being as old as they are, the wood snapped. Joules goes into a frenzy of panic, and starts spinning round madly. I go hide behind Rosie while my friend who owns the horses tries to stop Joules. Rosie gets hit by the bit of wood. I go run behind the hay bales after being shouted at to move. I'm sure my friend got hit by the wood. When Joules finally calmed down she was standing, shaking violently, with her legs spread apart, sweating heavily.

When we picked up the wood, we saw that it still contained all the nails sticking out. But thankfully, no one was hurt.

Okie, so once I was at a summer camp, except you just dropped off and picked up each day. We went on a field trip to this lake place, and we could swim if we wanted to. It was shallow, about 2 feet deep with it sloping down towards the barrier where we couldn't swim. So, I was with my friend and we were picking up seashells from the lake bed when all of a sudden the lake bed dropped to about 6 feet. Of course, being third and second graders, we were not 6 feet tall. So we were like waving our hands above the water, freaking scared half to death. So a lifeguard pulled us out and stuff, and beforehand I had overheard one of the counselors saying, "There's this one place that goes from 2 feet to 6 feet." And of course I happened to be in that spot. So, yeah, my story of almost drowning.
Also, afterward I was dripping wet and stuff and the lifeguard asked me the street I lived on and I said it, then he was like "How do you spell it?" and I said, "Uh.. I don't know."
Looking back on it, I always crack up at that last part x3

Well, its not as bad as all the other experiences, but my bike almost killed me...

I was riding my bike with my brother around our community, at one point we could have headed back home a safe way or down a hill, my brother told me going down hills were fun, so I decided to go down the hill. (keep in mind my brother is 9 years older than me so he has more experience in riding his bike). I saw my brother going down the hill really fast, without brakes, and without his hands, so I was too scared to ride without my hands, but I wasn't too scared to go super fast down a steep hill apparently, so I did that. At the end of the hill we had to make a sharp turn to the right, and when it was my turn to turn right, with all that speed, I fell off the bike head/face first. I fell unconscious for hours, my lip broke open, my whole body was bleeding and we were still not that close to home. (My brother even though at that time was like 20-21 years old, he is very skinny, so if he were to carry me all the way home, I would have bled to death.

Happy ending...

While my brother was very scared, a very sweet lady was coming from the pool and saw us (I don't remember any of this, but this is what my brother said) and she was kind enough to take my bloody self and my brother into her car and take us home. When I got there my mom almost fainted (but didn't). She quickly washed all the blood she could off me, and took my to the hospital. (well a neighbor drove us (really fast) because my mom was too scared and weak to drive). I started being conscious again in the hospital when my broken lip was being stitched. I don't know what happened in the hospital, but all I know is that I have my scars here and there, but Im all good now. You can barely notice that my lip was ever broken, and I am not scared of bikes, so I am still happily riding my bike (the same one that almost killed me) down the same hill (that I almost died on).

I can't think of any near-death-experiences that happened to me personally, but one of my teachers told me one about himself.

He was on a boat when he had a heat stroke. He fell in the water and was under there for about four minutes. When he woke up, he had three thoughts. One was, "Oh, I guess I'm going to die. Whatever." The second one was: "It's my wedding anniversary. My wife is going to be REALLY mad at me." His last thought was: "OH WAIT. I CAN SWIM!!!" :P

So, I have a few. Kinda.

The first one happened when I was two, so I don't actually remember it happening, but I was told about it. My family was coming home from a dinner with my grandparents (I think) when I had a really bad asthma attack. My dad kept driving for a few minutes, because I had already been sick, so he thought it was just another small coughing fit, but after a while it didn't go away and my mom told him to pull over so she could give me a breathing treatment (Via nebulizer because I couldn't use an inhaler). After that it still didn't get any better so they took me to a hospital. By the time we got there is had gotten much worse and I was immediately admitted. I don't remember the story from here, but at some point one of my lungs collapsed and the doctor wasn't sure if it could be fixed. It was fixed, and after a while in the hospital, I was able to go home. At one point during my hospital stay, something went REALLY wrong and I was clinically dead for about 30 seconds.

The next one happened when I was five. This one is much shorter, and I remember it like it was yesterday. I was riding my bike up and down the street that I lived on (It wasn't a busy road, usually only used by the people who live on it) when I car pulled out in front of me. I'm not sure how the driver didn't notice me, or how I didn't notice the car, but either way, I had to turn sharply to avoid being hit. I turned hard and my bike fell over and my knee hit a small rock and started bleeding pretty bad, when I looked up the car was only a few inches from me and my bike was partly under it. My dad ran over to me and picked me up trying to calm me down because I was crying out of pain and fear, The driver of the car got out and my dad started yelling at her (She seemed like she was an older woman because her hair was kinda grey). I started crying my and my dad brought me in the house and went back outside after telling my mom what happened. But if I didn't turn as hard as I did, I would've been hit, because I turned enough that I moved away from the car. I still have a scar on my knee from that.

This next one isn't really a near-death experience, but it was thoroughly terrifying. I was either 11 or 12 when this happened. So I was swinging on the swingset that's in my backyard and I was pretty high up, high enough to the point where the swing went higher than the bar (You know what I'm talking about, right?) when I got the ingenious idea to try doing that with no hands. Needless to say, I fell off of the swing. But at the highest part. Which was about 9-10 feet in the air. When I landed, I blacked out for a minute, at most. When I regained consciousness, everything was blurry and there black and white spots in my vision. And I couldn't move my right wrist. When I got inside (screaming and crying because holy crap that was terrifying!) my mother made my lay own on the couch and got ice for my arm. She wouldn't let me fall asleep because the whole vision thing was from a concussion. After a few hours, she let me sleep and I woke up the next morning, and my mom took me to the ER to get it looked at. It was a fracture in my wrist and I had a cast for a while. The way I landed, it's surprising that I didn't get hurt worse. I landed kind of on my shoulder/neck area which my wrist was under, and my lower body smacked the ground hard enough to leave a dent under the swing.

Well, that's all I have. Now, if I wrote my dad's near-death experiences out, there'd be so many more stories here. XD I believe he's been clinically dead 3 separate times, if not more.

I dont have any near death experiences but i can tell you one that happened to my friend.

She has a shed and its roof is about 7 or 8 feet high, and her, her dad, and her brother (2 years older than her) climbed on it all the time. SO she was about 4 or 5 when she was siting on the roof of the shed with her dad and her brother when her dad had to go to the bathroom so he jumped down off of the roof and told her "Dont move!" and he walked into the house. Now her brother was 7 or 8 at the time, but he did a move where he jumped off the shed bounced off the fence landed in a tree and climbed down. Well she was all alone up there and she was getting a little scared so she tried to do the same thing her brother had done but her legs weren't long enough so she jumped off the shed bashed her face into the fence and landed in a heap on the ground. Her dad came running out when he saw what had happened and took her to the ER.

She ended up having her leg broken and she was banned from the top of the shed. (funny the other day i sat on top of the shed with her :)

My neighbor once nearly ran me over. Here's the funny part. She's a (I never said good) babysitter. She isn't my babysitter. God help me if she was.