What's the scariest thing you've done?

Retired.

I'm feeling quite brave at the moment as I've just come back from having tattoo recoloured that I first had done 20 years ago! It's taken me years to work up the courage to go back and it was very pale a faded looking. So glad I finally made it, although I did make my daughter come with me for moral support. The lady who came out just before me was 74 and having her first tattoo apparently!

I abseiled down Avon gorge in 2008 - the big high bit! I was so scared I almost lost control of my bowels, but I'm so proud of myself for having done it!

I'm awaiting my next MRI brain scan but not until July. I've had so many that I actually find it's a good excuse to have a lie down! but the scariest thing was last month, when I was told they think it may be time to remove the benign brain tumour soon it as it has grown.

Honestly, Nansue, The operation itself is okay! I had very little pain afterwards. I know it's scary, the very idea but the surgeons are brilliant these days. The second day after mine, I was walking round all the shops in the concourse. [Addenbrookes}

Eejit ?????

A tandem sky dive for my 60th birthday.

Being caught in a terrific rain and hail storm in Spain, driving on a motorway - which was frightening enough - but when we turned off the motorway and into a coastal village we turned straight into a flood from the surrounding hills.

When I saw double wheelie bins and cars were being swept towards us, I jumped out of the car (the water was at wheel height) and was pulled to safety by locals - left husband to it (he still dines out on that one). Found each other some time later, he had kept his head, reversed out of the flood zone with moments to spare and left the car in a safer part of town. We were both soaked to the skin, there was no electricity, all the hotels pulled together to feed and accommodate guests. A proper candlelit dinner. Come to think of it, it was exhilarating

Blimey grannyknot!

My scariest thing is quite tame compared to all of yours ! In the 1960's at a midnight performance of the film The Innocents.
Due to the excellent direction and editing there were parts that were really scary and girls were screaming in the cinema. Got home around 2am and I just couldnt get it out of my mind !

I did a parachute jump,not tandem,that was scary,but the MRI on my neck was scary.it shouldn't have been but I it hate being confined.I think the staff are used to it and they were brilliant.my bio said count slowly to 20 minutes and close your eyes, it worked a treat!

Taking my daughters to America for a ho.iday, just after my divorce, hate flying

Abseiling from the Tyne Bridge (for charity) and from a Cumbrian railway viaduct (on an adventure weekend) was quite scary, but more because I have a bit of a thing about bridges, than the actual rope dangling thing.

The scariest moments of my life were on my adult's trike, it's a brilliant machine and I love him to bits, but...

In the winter of 2003/4 we had a lot of snow and ice. I used the trike to ride to work and kept off the roads, sticking to cycle paths. One morning the cycle path leading offroad down a steep river valley was very icy, so I decided to ride down a short steep path and along the pavement alongside a really busy road.

The path had packed icy snow on it and the trike slid out of control. I managed to get it on to the grassy bank alongside the path, dug in my feet and prayed. We slid to a halt against the trunk of a tree.

Eventually I walked the trike back up the road and walked with it down the less steep footpath on the other side of the road towards work. I went in to work as normal. My heart rate went through the roof during the few seconds I was sliding out of control towards the busy traffic.

I've had other scary moments involving my barsteward of an ex-husband, but I wouldn't want to give anyone a flashback or put them in a bad place.

Doing a scuba dive in Greece when I was 50. I went along in the boat just for the ride, as my daughters were going to do the dive. I didn't listen to any of the briefing. When we got to the dive beach, my daughters persuaded me to go in too, despite the fact that I was absolutely terrified, and I'm not that keen on swimming either! As I hadn't listened to the briefing, I had no idea what to do! However, it was actually OK, although I don't think I would do it again.

It's only scary looking back; in my 20s I was fearless. I nonchalantly drove around the roads of Kenya on my own. I'd be horrified if I heard of my GD doing the same nowadays.

I should add that much of this driving was on my own. Eek!

Three things come to mind

My first and last hot air balloon ride at 50 when a draft of air took us up a mountain where we crashed and had to be rescued by a hunky ranger. That improved the day.

Winning a competition for a flight in a WW2 Spitfire trainer. I must have gone to the toilet 10 times before take off. We strafed a container ship, looped the loop and did a victory roll. I was very glad to land again but it was an amazing experience!

Finally zip wiring across a deep valley for half a mile. I think everyone heard me screaming but it was a good way to celebrate my 60th.

Feel the fear girls!

Hitchhiking in Italy with a girl friend when I was 18, foolish in retrospect, but I didn't think so at the time. Also a couple of years later getting on a train at Waterloo Saturday lunch time and negotiating my way across Europe on my own, ferry and train to meet my boyfriend in Rome not arriving till Sunday afternoon and slightly apprehensive that he wouldn't be at the train terminal to meet me, wondering what I'd do if he wasn't. Thankfully he was. We spent the next month travelling around Italy, France and Switzerland.

Thank you wot. Very comforting words.

There were 3 things on my bucket list for a long time. I have done 2 out of the 3. 1. a balloon ride, which I loved
2. to fly in a glider, again which I loved
3. to absail down a cliff face - unfortunately I didn't get the opportunity and now I'm too unfit. Still 2 out of 3 ain't bad.

Being in a plane landing in the pitch dark on a runway with no lights in China. Terrifying!!!

Driving new car for first time, with extremely new first GS in the back.

Canopy walk in South Africa, which involves going on a zip-wire at tree-top level from platform to platform. Almost chickened out, but the encouragement of others spurred me on, and I became quite blasé by the last zip.

Had a balloon ride for my 60th and wasn't nervous, but all credit to DH who came with me, but was pretty scared as he doesn't like heights.

Nearly being struck by lightning while hop-picking in Kent. DH (to be) and I had nipped to the local shop and were running back to the farm in a storm when it struck about six foot in front of us. I was carrying a pint of milk and didn't drop it.

I've done balloon rides, zip rides, bridge climbs, walks of faith in some of the world's highest buildings, cartwheeled on the Grand Canyon Skywalk - none of it scary, as I love heights. I've held snakes - not scared of them. But I daren't pick up any little scuttling thing bigger than a money spider.

Driving through a pineapple plantation having taken a wrong road in Malaysia and emerging at the other side to find ourselves on a Malaysian Army firing range surrounded by soldiers with guns who couldn't speak English! (No sat nav in those days!). Fortunately one of their officers could! It all ended well, and we were "escorted off the premises" and sent off in the right direction, but at the time, a stiff scotch would have gone down well!

I've had a few scary moments.....

Haemorraghing after a hysterectomy, waking up in a hospital corridor with my husband beside me in cap and gown, (I was awaiting further supplies of blood before more surgery as I had run through the stock of my own blood group), and thinking (due to morphine) "Please tell me they haven't found another baby in there....!"

Going on a jet ski on a cruise holiday in a shark infested inlet, the motor cutting out, the rest of the group (including DH!) disappearing over the horizon, and having to wait like a sitting duck until they came back 40 minutes later and rescued me.