As much as you feel comfortable sharing. This is a topic of interest to me I suppose. (I've had two and one was fairly recent so it's on my mind.) How did it happen? Were you changed after mentally or physically? How did it make you feel? Any other thoughts you have?
Tell me because sharing is nice and also I need to synthesize your experiences into my own and reach some sort of weird pure essence of what this means on a broad level but this is too weird to write unless I use white font. Please don't be scared away.
This is going to be awkward post but I will make it in good will.
For me death was always part of life and it is integrated to it in away that the two can't be separated.
I suppose this depends on how you define near death experiance, so I will take somewhat wider definition.
So what crosses my mind for now is:
My first such experiance was already at 6 months of age since my family had to drag me out of a burning house, in the last moment of course.
When I was a kid some older guys decieded to throw rocks at me, however since I am good dodger I managed to dodge all the rocks and get away.
When I started to go to school my country got invaded in Nazi Germany style. Therefore I had to run to the basement or the closest shelter/bunker from 3 to 7 times a day, since I lived in the range of hostile airforce and artillery. Also good chunk of my early friendships was with refugges, that lost homes and/or family members. I almost lost my parents as well in those years, in a few situations.
However when the air strike alarm goes on for the 100th time you actually stop carring about it, if they hit you they will, there is no point in making hystera about it.
Once I was in the car with my parents but we had to drive across the bridge that was hit by a couple of granades/missiles due to its strategic position. However my father decided to risk it since the bridge was still relatively stabile. (it was a large at least 10 floors high bridge)
Once there was a similar situation but we were driving slowly and withouth lights during the night, since othervise we are easy target for snipers and anything similar to that. Moonlight was of great help.
For a few times I was in various cars in which we could have all got killed: from reckles driving, collisions with trucks to flying of the clif into a canyon.
Once I got so dehidrated on vacation that ambulance had to drive me into nearby city, so in the hospital it took them a few days to restore my blood chemistry.
I had a few surgeries with complete anesthesia.
I have walked through landscales that have minefields.
Once I had a crazy professor that has led us into a artificial canyon through which a railway passes ... because of our survival training. And of course train came in so we all had to duck/lay in the trenches on the side as the train was going above us. Somewhere I should still have the picture of train going over us.
I was in the country with which we were at war when that was not 100% safe. So I didn't tell my family nothing about my "ambitious school trip".
Once I almost cut my veins by accident as I was working with tools.
Once I got stuck in a elevator.
Once I had to run from a large forrest fire when I was on vacation.
Once I saw that my shoe got itself untied, so I stoped to tie it and second later a brick fell just half a meter in front of me. It seems that it came all the way from the roof, what is 5 stories of hight.
Result: unnaturally thick skin and I often think that people are too sensitive.