Lucky!

When I was 4 months old my family was returning from a trip to Oglebay. At the intersection of Bethany Pike and Edgwood Street, my dad turned left. Wrapped in a blanket on the back seat,I rolled out of the back door and down an embankment into the creek. The door closed and the family proceeded homeward. Now, surely my brothers and sisters saw this happened, but according to family legend they said nothing. So when my parents got home, they discovered they had one less mouth to feed. I'm told that hours were spent trying to find me. I don't think my older siblings were anxious for my return as they were still closed mouthed about WHERE I departed the vehicle. I was finally located and was completely unharmed. I'm told that my grandfather made my father buy a new car because of this instance.
As a result of this story, I had a bad habit of holding onto the door handles. On a trip to Oglebay to the swimming pool at about age 8 or 9, my mother made the sharp turn from Echo street onto Walnut and going around the curve, I accidentally pulled up on the handle. Though being dragged in my bathing suit, I could not let go. It took my mother a few feet to stop and by that time I was pretty well skinned, but otherwise unharmed...and yes, the chlorine stung like hell when I dove in....I wasn't going to let a few scrapes keep me from a day of swimming.
I knocked all of my front teeth out diving into that pool and the lifeguard had the wherewithall to push them back up into my gums! None of them fell out or died, but they sure are crooked even today.
Another time, my mother was washing clothes in the basement. I saw her thru the window (I think I was about three or four at the time) and tried to get her attention. She didn't see or hear me so I jumped thru the glass...and YES once again, I was unharmed.
At Barr camp, I was playing at the top of a waterfall of about 30 ft when I slipped on some moss and went over. I remember the water holding me down for awhile, but someone dove in and rescued me...not sure now who it was..probably my father.
All of these accidents have convinced me I was the world's luckiest kid. Must have given my parents a few grey hairs though!