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I miss moshing every so often. I can't believe this story I'm going to share is so flipping ancient, that I'm like 
So here I am sharing. I hope others share their stories as well. Google just helped me figure out the date and lineup of the concert I was at where I moshed for the first time
Friday 25 October 1996 at Irving Plaza
Face To Face live
Face To Face
The Suicide Machines and Automatic 7
It was me, Rob, Sean and Rob's brother I think a Shaun? I remember little Shaun had these beautiful green black docs but despite my boot envy, I would happily switch between wearing the 10 hole combat boots with the shiny leather dad took me to the army/navy uniform supply store to buy and the black doc martens he brought back for me from London. I remember little Shaun saying he was going to go to the pit and I said I had never moshed before but wanted to try. Everyone was respectful except for one crazy guy who would bend his knee at a right angle and kick back with no regard to who was behind him and I think he ended up nailing Sean in the nuts
. I remember bouncing around and feeling hands pushing me forward and backward and side to side but people would push me gentler than someone that was larger than me - wow respectful moshers! Then I spotted the crowd surfers and was like wow! I told Sean I wanted to crowd surf so he gestured down at me and up I want. I remember it felt like floating or like waves again... sitting on the tip of rolling waves... but then out of the corner of my eye I spotted a bigger, thicker young man heading towards me, perpendicular! Had I been a veteran or had better reflexes I could have rolled out of his path, but both of us were bobbing along sitting up feet and legs extended in front of us. The inevitable happened. I was dropped first and he fell on top of me. My friends told me they were horrified. They were like frack, death by crowd surfing! 
I remember everything going dark bc big boy was on top of me. I heard voices exclaiming, "get them up, get them up!" And felt hands reach down to pull me up. I was fine! My friends viewed me with new found respect, and I got to live to tell the tale of the time I almost experienced death by crowd surfing. 
So here I am sharing. I hope others share their stories as well. Google just helped me figure out the date and lineup of the concert I was at where I moshed for the first timeFriday 25 October 1996 at Irving Plaza
Face To Face live
Face To Face
The Suicide Machines and Automatic 7
It was me, Rob, Sean and Rob's brother I think a Shaun? I remember little Shaun had these beautiful green black docs but despite my boot envy, I would happily switch between wearing the 10 hole combat boots with the shiny leather dad took me to the army/navy uniform supply store to buy and the black doc martens he brought back for me from London. I remember little Shaun saying he was going to go to the pit and I said I had never moshed before but wanted to try. Everyone was respectful except for one crazy guy who would bend his knee at a right angle and kick back with no regard to who was behind him and I think he ended up nailing Sean in the nuts
. I remember bouncing around and feeling hands pushing me forward and backward and side to side but people would push me gentler than someone that was larger than me - wow respectful moshers! Then I spotted the crowd surfers and was like wow! I told Sean I wanted to crowd surf so he gestured down at me and up I want. I remember it felt like floating or like waves again... sitting on the tip of rolling waves... but then out of the corner of my eye I spotted a bigger, thicker young man heading towards me, perpendicular! Had I been a veteran or had better reflexes I could have rolled out of his path, but both of us were bobbing along sitting up feet and legs extended in front of us. The inevitable happened. I was dropped first and he fell on top of me. My friends told me they were horrified. They were like frack, death by crowd surfing! I remember everything going dark bc big boy was on top of me. I heard voices exclaiming, "get them up, get them up!" And felt hands reach down to pull me up. I was fine! My friends viewed me with new found respect, and I got to live to tell the tale of the time I almost experienced death by crowd surfing. 
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