Once when I was 5 or 6 I almost drowned. My dad's best friend saved me.
A couple of years later I fell into a snow drift that buried me up to my armpits. I couldn't get out. My dad came and found me after about 45 minutes. That was scarier than almost drowning. My feet were numb and it was horribly painful to walk home--that's what I recall most.
Oh and the woman who is now my wife saved me from a horrible relationship about 15 years ago; that made almost drowning and freezing to death look like a cakewalk.
