Yeah, I’ve had a few. One that still makes my stomach drop every time I think about it was on a slick, 300‑foot run last summer. I was trying to pull off a full‑body turn at the lip, the kind that makes the crowd gasp. I leaned forward too hard, the board slipped, and I hit the lip at a ridiculous angle. Instead of gliding, I got launched up like a cannonball, skidded sideways, and landed flat on my back with the boards ripping off like a cheap curtain. The crowd fell silent for a beat, then burst into applause because it looked good—at least from a distance. I got up, dusted myself off, and said, “That’s the kind of wipeout that deserves a medal.” You got some fail stories that could make my adrenaline spike? Shoot.