I was brought up in India where my father was manager of the Jodhpur State Railway. One summer when I was little more than a toddler, I went wandering into the hills and managed to lose myself, the "hills" being semi-jungle. Fortunately, I was discovered just in time by a search party as dusk was falling and the animals were getting hungry.
A few months later, I accidentally put my hand through a pane of glass, just missing an artery in my wrist. They rushed me off to hospital and were just about to sew me up with a very rusty needle when my father burst upon the scene and stopped everything.
The time when you hover between life and death is when you need your luck!