Doing it right now - considering divorcing my husband of 20 years. Would have to start over with my two sons. Trying carefully to weigh all consequences. Before that, I went up in a hot air balloon and rode really fast on a motorcycle.

Let’s see…. would it be sex without a condom (lot’s more than once and lots more than one guy) or riding my motorcycle at night with no helmet at night on the freeway when I was literally blinded due to poor eyesight or hitchhiking home from work at 14 in the middle of the night (work was a drive inn movie theatre) or… and the list goes on. “Safe” was never my forte. Although I did learn to use a condom.

I survived Molokai’s kalaupapa trail, a mule ride down the world’s highest seacliffs. Never do this !! It is very dangerous ~ my mule fell to his knees on one of the trecherous switchbacks, and thank God I wasn’t unloaded. And thank Momsie for travel mercies.

I helped a woman that was being beaten by her boyfriend in our apartment parking lot. I just stepped right in the middle of it to help her before even thinking what he could have or would have done to me. I took her back to my apartment and we called the police. Once she and the police left I spent the rest of the night wondering where I had gotten THAT strength and lack of fear from.

Smoked crack cocaine

Voted for Jimmy Carter.

I could say that the unhealthy relationships I became involved in were dangerous, I could also say the drugs and alcohol I use to indulge in were dangerous. But by far the most dangerous thing I have ever done was lose my self, ruin my credit, gain way too much weight and stop one semester short of gaining my degree in Human Services. I was able to leave the relationship, put down the drugs, but it took years to find ME, still haven’t lost the weight, fixing my credit is like a life long joke and with no credit, it is next to impossible to pay for higer education. Dangerous, too mild a word.

As a naive college kid in Ireland I used to go for long walks on sometimes relatively unmarked paths (sometimes ignoring big “Danger, path closed due to falling rocks!” signs) and not carry a phone or tell anyone where I’d gone. Not the smartest thing ever perhaps. Once I was on one of my wanderings by the sea and I ran into this old man who invited me to come with him to this secret coastal swimming spot - he had the gift of gab and I was fool enough to follow him - anyway I got there and it was all these naked old guys going for a dip in the freezing-cold Irish sea. They kept trying to convince me to get in but I just laughed. It was so chilly - I sat there bundled up in my big corduroy jacket as they told me stories & the one old man (totally naked) served me a hot cup of tea from his own thermos. He was such a character - he even had a chunk of styrofoam tied with a bit of twine to his arm as a flotation device. Haha! Looking back I can’t say I’d ever follow an old man down a cliff-side path again but the way it turned out they were all nice as can be. I even met a famous Irish director there - though I didn’t realize it at the time. It makes a great story though.

i wasted lots of heartbeats that I can never regain. They were healthy, strong and regular beats and I just fear that, by wasting them with a lying idiot who meant me no good, I have gambled wiht my life by putting fewer than i could have in the bank of the future. I will not waste another heartbeat. Ever. I have none to spare.

If we could only tell her what dangerous is: A cop was patrolling late at night in a well-known spot. He sees a couple in a car, with the interior light brightly glowing. The cop carefully approaches the car to get a closer look. Then he sees a young man behind the wheel, reading a computer magazine. He immediately notices a young woman in the rear seat, knitting. Puzzled by this surprising situation, the cop walks to the car and gently raps on the driver’s window. The young man lowers his window, “Uh, yes, officer?” The cop says, “What are you doing?” The young man says, “Well, Officer, I’m reading a magazine.” Pointing towards the young woman in the back seat the cop says, “And her, what is she doing?” The young man shrugs, “Sir, I believe she’s knitting a pullover sweater.” Now, the cop is totally confused. A young couple, alone, in a car, at night in a Lover’s lane….and nothing obscene is happening! The cop asks, “What’s your age, young man?” The young man says, “I’m 22, sir.” The cop asks, “And her, what’s her age?” The young man looks at his watch and replies, “She’ll be 18 in 11 minutes.”

“The most dangerous thing I ever did was trusting that someone was a friend when they were not.” I TOTALLY agree with Joan Juliet Buck. Added to this, is relying on the UNRELIABLE.

Joined the US Army.

I left the house without makeup on! :-)

In my early 20’s on a long interstate drives, I use to get my little Chevette up close behind tractor trailers, take my foot off the gas and let the vacuum pull me along.  It saved me a lot of gas, and you had to keep your eyes on the truck (their stopping distance is a lot longer than yours but you had to hit the brakes as soon they did) but I was very lucky one of their tires never blew out while I was piggy backing them.  It was a few years later and I was about 5 cars behind a big rig when a truck tire blew and the rubber (and steel belts) flew everywhere.  Everyone was very lucky no debris came flying through a windshield.