What is the closest you've ever come to dying?

when i was 9 i walking down a very narrow trail on the mountain side to go fishing in the river below. my dad was behind me. i got a bit to close to the edge and the ground collapsed under me. don't ask me how but as i fell through i was able to grab some roots as my dad yelled my name. he hoisted me up. had i been alone i would not have been able to hoist myself up and i would have fallen probably 50 feet on the rocks below and into the river. my dad gave me a hug and told me not to tell mom of this incident