Biggest Rush?

What's the biggest adrenaline rush expirience you've ever had?
I've prolly had more, but the one that's currently sticking out in my memory is when I was around 12/13? My first real snowboarding trip.
I had just gotten comfortable on the board, and ended up ahead of my friends... When suddenly... I got "in the zone". All of my concentration suddenly eased into full gear, and I took off. I felt soooo cool. I was going at least 35 and doing it perfectly. And them "WHAM!" Slammed straight onto my ass. But the momentum kept me going, and I ended up having the time of my life body-sledding down to the lift.

I don't know, a couple of things, really.

- this one time in 7th or 8th grade when I put this kid's head through the fire extinguisher glass because he jump kneed me in the back and then had his friend crouch behind me when I turned around, then he pushed me as hard as he could as soon as I turned around. So I got up, and grabbed his face and was going to bash it just into the wall, but I didn't see the extinguisher. So it went through the glass.

It was a rush because I finally stuck up for myself instead of just taking their shit. I didn't get charged pressed or anything, because it was old glass, and when I told the school about what THEY did to me, they said I could press charges, but I didn't.

Then, another big rush was in like 5th grade. My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Jones, I hated her. She did nothing if it didn't piss me off or degrade me in some way. SO, one day the bell was 10 minutes away from ringing and I was suposed to get to leave early because I fucked up my hand hardCORE, and I was only in 5th grade, so they let me leave early so I wouldn't get it hit in the hallways.

Well, she wouldn't let me leave. She was explaining something, and I was PISSED for some reason. She said, "I don't want you to be STUPID! I want you to sit here and listen!" so I said, "You can't call me stupid!" and she said, "Yes, I can call you stupid! So stop being stupid!" I screamed, "You can't call me stupid, damn it! I'll call you old, you HAG!" and by this time I was FUMING, and she was yelling at me to stop putting my books in my bag and she was yelling and yelling. So finally I picked up my chair with my good hand and lobbed it across the room, where it hit her desk and broke part of it, and then fell to the floor.

Then I just walked out.


Other than that, I haven't done anything too exciting. Wish I had. =/

I've had a few rushes.

I had one that was LSD fueled. I paid $5 for one sugar cube of this shit that kept me going for more than 12hrs, and I didn't sleep for a good 32hrs. I had bought about $100 worth of fireworks earlier that day and I wanted to get all tanked up, but a friendly, cheeky person was out that night. Giving out sugar cubed drops of enlightenment and bliss. Within the hour of taking it, I could feel it, and so could my other 3 buddies. We wandered around and hung out by the water. My one buddy was feeling it hard and he walked out into the middle of the river on a rocky island. I was quite a distance away, and he started blasting off these whistle rockets. It started driving me crazy as it was dark outside and I didn't know where he was. I got so freaked out, I started yelling, "where are you guys?!" and I lit up a firework, held it in my hand, and I was running up and down the paths with it going off, yelling my head off. When it ran out, I hear a hissing sound, then a flicker of a lighter, and a firework coming straight for me. My buddy on the island lit one up and it struck me in the chest. Didn't hurt much as he was a good 200ft away from me. The hissing sound was coming from near by ducks, and they hiss when you get too near. When I got up, I noticed a burn hole in my shirt and burning hair. :p The duck came after me and I was scared of it because of the acid! I could have just kicked the damn thing, but I was frightened.

Another time me and 2 other buddies were getting all tanked up and we went back to the LQ. store and picked up a L of R & R Whiskey. As we're walking back, like, a dozen of these little 15yr old kids jump out and say, very bluntly, "give us your bag" I was like, what?, no. His girlfriend is behind me and she clocks me straight on the back of the head. It dazed me, but before I knew it, my other 2 buddies were already smacking the shit out of 2 other kids. The other 7 or 8 kids ran away, except for the 2 getting punked on, and the other 2 I had too worry about, and his GF with the stick. I just went right into it, took off my jacket, hit one kid in the jaw, the other in the nose and that was that. I was shaking so much from andrenaline I wanted more, but they were done. If only I knew that was the end. Buddies GF comes at me again and KO's me right accross my face. It knocked me on my ass and as I'm down, she keeps hitting me the head with this stick, so I grabbed that stick, and I cranked her right in her pretty little lip. Yes, I hit a girl, but in self defense. She started crying instantly and yells, I'm charging you with assault!" Okay, who assaulted who here.

There have been many more times with fighting in the bar, being caught in the middle of a bar fight, etc...A lot of them happened while I was drinking. I was Satan himself when I drank.

probably the time I went to California for vacation, and i was driving with my aunt. We were going all fine and it started to sprinkle, and out of NOWHERE the car hydro planes on the high way and we are swerving into both lanes of incoming traffic and back into ours and finally back into our side of the roads' ditch. it was scary as fuck, we missed a huge van by maybe 3 feet going 55mph.

Bumpy bumpy! I don't wanna let it die... :(

I'm sure I could go on for awhile about different types of rushes I have had, but the best for me are when I net some sick goal playing football/soccer.

I had one last year that still gives me goosebumps. I was about 25 yards out, hit it off a bounce, and somehow it curved one way, then dipped the other past 5 heads and the goalie's outstretched hands into the upper corner. It's great to see people's reactions to scoring, too. Most of the time it's shock and pure joy. I think I ran around and did me a little airplane, Henry-style, as I got congratulated by my teammates.

The adrenaline alone makes playing any sport worth it for moments like that, to me at least. It lets me know I'm alive and still kickin' (pun intended :p) ~

my biggest rush was
during a survival training course
that i was into
one night we as a group
we got to experience a native american
"sweat lodge"
it was a life changing moment

also on the same trip

every 14 days they would have a campfire
and one by one we were led out into the darkness
it was called "solo's"
for about an hour we would hike
then they would give us a bag of uncooked rice
a carrot an onion and some boullion
they never said when they would return
all alone in the middle of nowhere
i was trippin hard at first
especially when i seen a mountain lion
we made eye contact
i was ready to kill that beast
he left
it was an intense moment

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Originally Posted by sharpestoner

Fell off the back of the bike because of the G forces but i jumped up straight away and screamed out to my mate YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Best feeling ever!!

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Gravity sucks. :)

me and my friend were out mudding and on the way there, there was a patch of mud on the side of the road, so my friend infront of me hit it at 55mph. When he did, it sprayed mud ALL the way across the road... he then slams on the brakes to stop.. but because of all the mud on the road, when i hit the brakes i didnt stop.. it didnt even slow me down, so here i am slidding down a road with my friend stopped about 15 feet ahead of me and i couldnt stop.. so i nearly missed him and started to fish tale right into a parked bulldoser... finally i got it a little under control and barely missed the bulldoser....i wasnt done sliding tho and almost went out into the middle of the next street... my heart was about to explode at that moment.. hell of a rush.. it literally had that "life flashing before my eyes" moment

damn, i like this thread, most of my rushes come from running from police, and those stories are hard to completely recall.