I don't remember when I cheated death, but I was a baby, I busted my head open severely In a freak rocking horse accident, and bit my tongue nearly off so it was hanging by skin, if that's what you call it. I bit through my lower lip, and still have the scars to prove it, if you shaved my head, you'd see the scars of the countless times i've busted my head open. My sister ( older by 3 days short of 22 months) was 3 or 4 at the time, and she.was the first to find out, and since she was mean to me, ( she would blame me even though I couldn't walk when she got into the cookie jar) she went screaming to my dad who was preparing for work at the time as a RN in the ER" I didn't do it! I didn't do it! I didn't do it!" , since we lived.out of ambulance service (go figure), we had to drive. Needless to say I lived, or, otherwise I wouldn't be here right b now