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Bet that title got your attention. Read on to see how accurate it is.

As you can see below, I’ve been “tagged” by Rachel for another fun meme:

So this time I’m supposed to write seven things others don’t know about me. Wow! Where do I begin?

Well, I’m already taking notes for my “100 Things List” in honor of my 100th post (about 45 posts from now). This means I have a lot of quirks to choose from.  But I’m limiting myself to seven things, so I think I’ll focus on seven of the scariest and/or stupidest things I’ve done in my life.

Mom, this would probably be a good time for you to sit down.

1. I started climbing trees when I was five. All alone. Very soon, I was climbing so high that I could look DOWN on our house. I never fell. That I can remember…
2. At age seven, I decided to walk on top of our six-foot-tall wooden backyard fence like a cat. I made it all the way around the yard, but then I fell off – into the neighbors’ yard. I still don’t remember how I got back into my own yard.
3. I jumped off my best friend’s garage roof in the middle of a game of “ditch” that was played all over my grandma’s neighborhood. I was ten. I was unhurt.
4. I was the girl who spent every recess at school doing the death drop off the bars. (Sit on top of the bar, then throw yourself backward and swing around almost 360 degrees. Then land on your feet on the ground. You don’t see THAT in the Olympics.)
5. The summer I was eleven, every Saturday at my riding stable was spent doing “river races.” Five or six of us would ride into the middle of the river, then urge the horses upstream through the chest-deep (to them) water. To race, the horses reared and leapt over and over, as fast as they could, until we made it upstream. We held on for dear life. No helmets. No seatbelts. For that matter, no boots. Surprisingly, no casualties. It was GREAT.
6. I almost got arrested for playing in a cemetery one night in Guatemala. Ooooh, that deserves its own post. Suffice it to say that in the Guatemalan countryside in the 1980s, the only people running around late at night were the guerillas. The policemen with the machine guns were Not Amused.
7. While on a trip to Mexico City in 1989, I decided to meet some friends to go out at night. We agreed to meet outside a subway station far from where I was staying. So picture it: Blond 20-year-old American girl rides the subway At Night, ALONE, in Mexico City (dangerous enough in its own right). Then she goes above ground and waits on a corner for her three (male) friends. (I guess I narrowly avoided getting arrested there, too.)

So there you go. Do I win the award for most unique crazy? Anyone know where I can find a chapter of Adrenaholics Anonymous?

As for tagging seven others, I have a conundrum. That’s because I don’t think I can come up with seven other bloggers who a) haven’t already been tagged for this, or b) know me at all.

So I’ll put the challenge to you, my peeps. If you have a blog and want to participate, consider yourself “tagged.” If you don’t blog and still want to do it, please tell your seven things in my comments.

You don’t have to top MY list. (Although if you do, that would be very entertaining.) Just post seven things most other people don’t know about you.

OK Go.

And for no real reason except that it pleases me, here’s OK Go with their awesome video “Here It Goes Again.” (You’re welcome.)