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When I was 4 years old I was almost killed by a german sheppard. I will always remember that, and the ensuing trip to the emergency room getting stitches while my mom talked me through it.
When I was 16 I was on a trip with my parents and listening to Led Zeppelin on my walkman in the back seat of this new (to us, it was definitely used!) station wagon pulling a trailer with all of our possessions. Supposedly going to Yellowstone and then the Grand Canyon. Across Steven's Pass in Washington (where we lived) the wind started rocking the trailer and my dad lost control of the car. It weaved madly across both lanes and eventually rolled. I will always remember this when I hear "Kashmir".
When I was like 23 I was coming out of Beth's Cafe a 24 hour joint in Seattle with two of my friends and there were these kids walking behind us. I heard them say, "Look at those faggots", but I convinced myself I was imagining it, then as we got near my friend's VW bus, I heard one of them say, "Oh, they're hippies..." Then when we got to the bus we were suddenly surrounded by about six skinheads. Apparently faggots or hippies, didn't particularly matter to them. My friend Andy, the driver, and I both reacted rather like hippies and tried to "calm" the situation by saying, "Hey, it's alright..." My friend Peter, who is an annoying fuck in so many ways, kept his shit together and reacted by shouting, "It's not fucking alright!" and somehow throwing me into the back of the bus and Andy into the driver seat and slamming the doors. How he did this before these skinheads (who oddly had a black kid with them!) reacted, I don't know to this day (yes, of coruse we were stoned). Andy sat there trying to start the old beater while the kids proceeded to pound the holy shit out of his van with their fists. Somehow he got it going and we drove away, though his door was permanently warped and never closed right after that. The black kid threw a rock that hit the back window but didn't break it. I'm sure if any of the glass in the bus had broken, we'd have been dead fucking meat. That was damn scary.
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