I've got a good one but it's hard to explain. 


I was in middle school. Opening the tail gate/ trunk of my mom's van to throw my book bag in. It pinned me up against the garage door because the van wasn't pulled forward enough. My mom came into the garage and hit the garage door open button. So the garage door behind me started to lift me up as the door held me in place while it slipped up to my neck. My feet weren't off the ground but a majority of my weight was on my Adams apple which was serving as a fulcrum between the vans hatch and the garage door. By the time my mom figured out what was happening my vision was blurring. I'll be dammed if she didn't kick that garage door until it bent enough for me to wiggle out. I mean she straight up stomped that big aluminum garage door from straight as an arrow into a capital C shape. Damn thing had to be completely replaced.