When I was younger I used to collect swords and axes and stuff. Me and a friend snuck some of my kamas out of my room and stuffed them under our jackets. We took them out into the woods and cut stuff and just dicked around pretty much. Anyways, on the way home I had them both under my jacket and one of them moved so that the pointy point was against me and poking me. I went to fix it but lost my balance on my bike and crashed hardcore. I flew through the air for at least 5 seconds before hitting the ground. I remember how time slowed down and I was thinking about how playing with these things in the woods was a pretty stupid thing to get killed over. After I hit the ground, I felt all over myself thinking that surely I was impaled and dying. Luckily the kama moved and only cut a swathe through my jacket. It's weird though thinking about how slow time went. I was really sure I was dead.