As I pondered this question, several events crossed my mind,, but one memory is very vivid, and happened when I was about 12 years old, so it must be the scariest moment, or I wouldn't still be thinking about it. I grew up in Oakville Ontario, and had this crazy friend Tim, who always talked me into doing bizarre things with him, like jumping across the ice floes in the spring in the harbor, or climbing across the train bridge on the support trestles about 200 feet above a ravine. Anyway, in our travels we happened across an old abandoned house on the bluffs above Bronte Beach. This old house became our hideout for doing cool things like 12 year olds do, like smoke cigarettes, and pore over found playboys. Anyway, one night it was raining and mixing with freezing rain, and Tim thought it would be a good idea to climb out the windows on the second floor and climb to the top of the roof. As soon as I started climbing I could tell the wooden shingles were covered with ice. I tried wiggling up, and soon lost my grip, and started sliding down. I picked up speed real quick, and just as I was anticipating falling over the edge and dropping 25 feet to the ground, I just simply stopped. About one foot from the eaves. To this day I have no idea why I was sliding full speed on my belly on an ice covered roof towards the edge, and just suddenly stopped for no apparent reason. ( I now feel however that boneprone may have had something to do with it). This definately scared the living hell out of me. There have been other incidents that scared the hell out of me (I don't want to get into the night me and my bro -in -law got into a high speed chase at night on a gravel road on an Indian reservation over a misunderstanding on hunting rights). Anyway, nuff said, I've been scared shitless more than once.
