I think this topic will make a good thread, so...

Mine was

1. First day of secondry school. Yes, I know it's sad to be scared of a new school, but I was.

2. The day of my operation.



Sorry for the spelling mistake in the title lol

Scariest day, um, riding as a pillion round donnington on the back of Ron Haslams fireblade!!!! It was good fun but scary!!!!!!!

The day when I was about 9 and playing on the cliff top at the seaside with some friends. Part of the cliff gave way and I slid with it. Just a few strands of grass which I managed to catch hold of stopped me falling down to the beach below. Fortunately a man walking his dog was passing by and he managed to throw the dog's lead to me and haul me up.

I can think of several scary occasions whilst in a car, but recollecting one scary moment at a time is enough for me

I've got two "nearly died" incidents (lucky to be here really).

About six years ago I was surveying an old warehouse. I climbed through a hole in the wall into the main part, in pitch darkness, knowing that the lightswitch was just to one side, but as I reached over I tripped on some rubbled and plunged headfirst down the cellar steps. In mid flight (and total darkness) my hand caught the very end of a handrail - like catching a hard cricket ball.

Last year my kayak paddle was stuck in quicksand in the middle of Conwy Bay as a massive (1degree C) tide turned against me and a 5m whirlpool opened up next to me.

When I was skiing, I felt like I was going to die, quite often. Turning on a steep blue run is terrifying for a beginner.....

When I had an amniocentesis
Beverley.

That's not stupid! I was petrified the first day of secondary school, you should have seen me! I was a quivering wreck (but I was excited too because I knew a few people).
When I tripped over the leg of my trampoline and chipped my elbow. I had to go to my first day of primary school with my arm in a sling, causing a boy to go home and tell his mum that he had a girl with one arm in his class!

When my Dad nearly died in a car crash/s (twice in one night - he was obviously trying to petrify me!)

This was a good thread idea...if slightly depressing

I was very scared on my first day too. It didn't help that I had a very negative attitude. I wanted to stay at my primary school forever!

I can sympathise. I spent one year at a horribly old fashioned strict primary school before going to a small village school where the teachers were so nice and friendly. I never once saw a teacher hit a child (this was when they could - and did - thrash children black and blue) and I have nothing but happy memories.
The move to our enormous secondary school was terrifying!!! It wasn't just the teachers. Us little naive village kids were suddenly sharing classrooms with hardened streetwise kids from the town.

Mind you, we learned very fast!



Actually, the blue runs tend to be the easiest. (Assuming you're using the french green-blue-red-black). They may be a little steeper but the 'easier' green runs are usually more icy and hurt more when you fall over.

Just spare a thought for us in Italy where, being far less organised than in France, it's not always obvious how difficult a piste is before you're at the top!!

The trick is to learn how to turn properly

It also helps if you DON'T LOOK DOWN!

Steve

The green runs are definitely icy. As there was only one open at the resort I was at (Due to lack of snow), there were loads of people on it, so it was really slushy. The blues were the same, but they were a lot wider.



Well, it's a test of your nerve!



Indeed. Meanwhile, it scares my socks off.

Having someone break into our hotel room and try and beat us up in Vilnius.

A few days later, my brother "going out for an hour or two" with some acquaintances of mine in the middle of St Petersburg and not reappearing till 6am the following day.

About 13 years ago we went on holiday to Cornwall and stayed in a lovely cottage. I don't know why but I had nightmares everynight(I don't usually). I could only think they occurred because the bedrooms were downstairs! I was really upset the whole of the time we stayed there.

So those of you who were worried by school are at least normal!

i was assaulted in my early 20s - terrifying experience in which I felt utterly powerless for a prolonged period of time.

I also once interrupted thieves in our house - actually saw their leg going out of my lounge window! Given that most thieves in SA are likely to be armed, it's not really an exaggeration to say that I could have been killed.

Once skidded in the car on a patch of oil, and landed in a ditch - the car rolled and self righted. Bit of a miracle.

Finally, probably being in labour with my daughter. It was great, exciting, but also really scary. You just knew it was a big life changing thing.

That's quite a life...

One of my worst moments was when I had been baby-sitting for some friends of mine in Abergavenny. They had a bedroom downstairs and a large lounge upstairs. I was offered the sofa bed in the lounge and they were in the bedroom directly below. The house was a large and rambling one and this was in one wing of it. I awoke at around three in the morning to hear heavy breathing in my ear. It went on for quite a time and I hid under the bedclothes. (I was not young, but in my late twenties.) There was a lamp a few inches away from me but I did not have the nerve to put out my hand from the safety of the bed to turn it on. I knew that I could have called to my friends easily but decided not to. I told them about it the next morning to be told that it was a common occurrence and that the previous owner had died from pneumonia in that room years ago when it had been her bedroom. I have an open mind about ghosts and things spooky but was wide awake when this happened and very frightened.

We've been burgled twice in Italy - first time in a rented house - and my fault since I didn't use the burglar alarm. But they only took a small amount of cash.
Here, most burglaries are at 3am!
Second time was in a different house - again my fault for not switching on the alarm!!! (Okay, so I'm a slow learner! )
My wife saw a torch shining in our bedroom and screamed. I thought she was dreaming for a few seconds but she convinced me, so I used the remote control thingy to activate the alarm, waited a minute, then did a tour with my SAPL gun (french rubber bullet revolver - bought after the first burglary) and torch. They'd taken our passports and a small amount of cash.

Now we remember to switch on the burglar alarm every night.

But that is nothing to the worst moment in my life. Our two year old son, pulling his hand out of mine and running across a busy main road to my wife on the other side. Time stood still, the gap in the traffic was just long enough, a car braked, one little boy wondering why his parents were hysterical... and even ten years later the memory still terrifies me.

Steve

My days in the army were quite scary. So scary I developed heart problems and was discharged! Mainly the locker inspections and being sent to the provo staff who would wake us up every hour on the hour and beast us for 40 mins then we got rest for 20 mins. This went on all night. And when our Cpl threw a CS gas canister into our harbour area. And holding a rifle, thats quite scary when you realise you are being trained to kill people.
I agree too that the days of operations are quite scary too.

Mine will be when my brother leaves fo Afghanistan.

I had a dream last night that I got deployed!

Anyway, the scariest things for me are heights and cold water - so jumping from a height into a harbour in the middle of winter to do capsize drills was mine! I turned lliterally blue, and couldn't swim (or breathe properly!) after a few minutes, so I had to be dragged out!

Has anyone ever had a dream that they are swimming under water and they try to get up but they cant reach the top? I had that dream last night and I could feel myself holding my breath, that scared me a little - until I reached the surface and could breathe again