Well, I recently climbed to the top of a three story building, but that’s not scary in and of itself (except to my mom). My route partially consisted of jumping from the top of a 10’ tall platform to grab the side of a 15’ wall around 8 feet away. Not a particularly hard jump, and on the way down all I barely had to do more than step off of the higher wall. But the wall was capped with metal sheeting, which was apparently less snugly attached than I had anticipated. I learned this in the instant that I pushed off, when it shifted under my foot; the adjustment I had to make to my jump to keep from slipping robbed me of my momentum, and I landed right on the end of the platform, with my heels jutting over the edge. If I had slipped, or if I had been forced to soften my jump any more, I would have fallen fifteen feet, probably on my back, onto concrete or a couple of rusty oil drums. Which would, one can only imagine, have sucked. But lesson learned, I need to more thoroughly inspect my environment before I commit my safety to it. Anyways, this was probably not my scariest moment, and I certainly can’t complain about it, seeing as it was entirely my fault, but it was at least the most recent.