As with many scary moments of the sudden kind, mine was only scary afterwards.
I was rock-climbing on South Wales sea-cliffs (Pembroke) it was a cold day and I had climbed 3 or 4 routes already that day, I was climbing a route that had only marginal protection (size 0 - 2 nuts), at the final crux move my hands were too cold to grip sufficiently to pull over the top to safety, I tried to downclimb but lost grip and fell 30 feet onto the rocks below, I fell backwards and remember watching the nuts pull out of their cracks in the rock and thinking "This feels smooth".
I survived unscathed although my belayer lost the skin off 3 fingers, the mental damage never did repair and although I continued on to do some fairly hairy stuff on snow and ice my rock grades gradually diminuished.
Second time was here in NZ
at sea, caught in a sudden squall in my 4m boat, I know now that I should have stayed put until it passed but I ran for home and had a scary time trying not to cop a breaker over the stern. In a 4 m boat a 5 foot following sea is not a good look, after what seemed like hours I finally surfed the breakers onto the shore and was left high and dry like a beached whale, safe, dry-mouthed and determined to learn more about the Hauraki Gulf weather!
I must say though, in terms of REALLY scary moments, watching my daughter being born caps the lot!!
We, the undersigned, do hereby consent.....