Originally Posted by Frownland

When I was 5 years old, my dad took me to a monster truck show and it would be my first one. I had been to motorcycle shows and the like, so I was accustomed to this type of entertainment. However, I got really upset at the show and started crying (I can't recall why), asking my dad to leave. This was totally out of character for me since I was usually calm, complacent, and loved these types of events.

My dad just told me to calm down at first, but I was persistent and we ended up leaving about thirty minutes into the show. He was incredibly upset because money was tight at the time and he wanted to see the rest of the show as well. The next day, my dad read in the newspaper that two people had been killed at the show when one of the monster trucks flipped into the stands, right in the area where we were sitting.

One of the few times I acted like a little bitch, and it ended up saving my life. In an alternate universe, I could've enjoyed the show like I usually did and died or been seriously injured.