Mine was during a storm, though I was a toddler so it took adults to tell me how close to death I was, I was on the staircase and eventually I was taken away because I kept trying to climb upstairs, literally a minute afterwards the entire ceiling above the staircase crashed down, breaking apart the stairs with it.
I'd say that was a pretty close call, though I didn't really get to appreciate what it really meant to my life as I was too young to remember, do I regret that, no, not really, I'm just glad I was moved away.
I'd say that was a pretty close call, though I didn't really get to appreciate what it really meant to my life as I was too young to remember, do I regret that, no, not really, I'm just glad I was moved away.