The day I was born was the day I died for the first time. I’m about 6ft 6in tall, when I was born I was a month over due and 2ft tall already, my size lead the doctor to think that my mothers water had no broke, so he used a hook to break her water. little did he know my mothers water had broke and that he was using the hook on my head. After having my head cracked open I started to come out, but had my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck 3 times, so as I came out, I was strangled. My heart had stopped and I was not breathing, but after a few seconds they managed to get me going with a defibrulator. 18-jan-1983 Princess alexandra hospital in Harlow UK.
Probably not very interesting to anyone else, there are lot of difficult births in the world, but as It was my first death to date, its fairly important to me, even if i only ever experienced it as nostalgia from my parents.
EDIT: Next time you look at one of my posts and think “what the hell is wrong with this idiot” you will know.