Just remembered the blog thing was a thing, so I guess I'll talk about a few times I almost died.

Surprisingly, I'm still alive. Not sure what I want to do with this post, so I figure I'll talk about a few times that I almost died.

One time, I almost drowned in a pool. The lifeguard did nothing to help, and the only reason I survived is that my mom had recently watched a video on what drowning looked like and noticed it. I'm lucky to be alive.

Another time, I tripped or something and rolled down the stairs. Not sure if it'd actually be dangerous or not, but it's a fairly long staircase above a wooden floor. Could've been dangerous, I dunno.

There was that time when I was learning to drive when, I don't remember why, I pretty much stopped in the middle of traffic. Almost caused a crash.

This one wasn't dangerous, but still not great: there was a broken tire or something in the road, and I knew from driver's ed that swerving was death. My dad told me to go around it, but I insisted on going through it. Turns out he had already checked the blind spot and stuff. Oops.

Another thing that may or may not have been potentially dangerous: there was a time when I was riding my bicycle, I think I was around 10, and I think I crashed into the back bumper of a truck. That was actually lucky, because the other option was hitting this metal thing that was on the truck. I was okay enough to limp home.

There's probably a lot more times that I'm forgetting. Every day that I survive is a miracle. I somehow haven't even broken any bones in my life.

This is irrelevant to the post, but I just noticed that I have 14 followers. That's at least 10 more than I'd expect. I haven't even done anything but make a couple silly (but also factual) blog posts (including this one) and leave comments on stuff.