Not just me but all of the nine younger brothers and sisters. Among the crew of us, there were only ever two or three runs to the ER with some very serious injuries.
As a small child, my grandfather, a very very athletic man, taught the four oldest of us how to tumble properly. We did enough of it over the years to get good enough to make it a natural thing. Occasionally, it has served me very well.
One of the most serious saves was when I was on a motorcycle on a race track in Deming, NM. I crashed at 120mph and came out of of with no serious injuries. I had all the leather and body armor, of course and wouldn't have done it any other way but no broken bones, either. I'm convinced that the tumbling routines we learned probably spared me the bone damage.
With all the crazy things I did as a kid with my brothers and friends trying to one-up each other, I'm truly amazed that I'm still alive and better yet, uninjured.
--Wag--