I was probably 7 or 8 years old. My cousin (2nd cousin) and I were playing at the family reunion and starting arguing about something, so her dad (my first cousin which is my mom's age) told us to sit down until we could quit arguing. I told him "You ain't my Daddy", and I took off running. I decided to turn around to see if he was chasing after me. After seeing that he wasn't I turned back around just in time to see that I was 3 inches from a tree. Next thing I know I woke up on on a park bench laying down with family members all standing around me, some were crying some were praying. My mom said I was out for about 5 minutes. To this day I am reminded of this at every Christmas get together.