I must say I have pretty much lost count of the number of times I could have killed myself. From handbrake turning in a carpark beside a loch cos it was icy.. very, very icy! to climbing huge oak trees, crossing a bridge over the River Clyde via railway tracks (Glasgow to London line) messing with live ammunition, petrol bombs, rather large bonfires, investigating (via climbing) derelict house and castles, rafting down some rapids on the clyde, shooting homemade arrows at each other and accidentally heading a bit of breeze block thinking it was a bit of sponge.... I would call it active learning
Admittedly all before I was 22 though!
Young, dumb and full of polyfilla?? Not defending the guy, he was a muppet but the but for the grace of Fozzie....