That would have to be as a small child playing Tarzan with my friends, swinging on a length of washing line. The plastic coated kind. No idea what I was thinking at the time, but I yelled 'look, no hands!' then tied it around my neck and leaped from the 4-foot high coal bunker on which I was standing. I can barely remember the feeling, but I can still remember the fear - I was able to touch the ground with my tiptoes, and despite the fact that I jumped forcefully, I didn't break my neck. Thankfully my friends where there to hold me up and stop my from dying, but my mother had to explain away the rope burn on my neck to the locals for a week or so afterward.