oooooh man, I had a fall that put the fear of God in me 4 seasons ago.
I'm 22, its March, and I'm at Winter Park in it's Dark Territory having myself an all time day. Semi-slush conditions, lighter winds, people are throwing down, life is good.
We're doing park laps all day. It's getting later (call it 2:45-3 ish), and I was gonna go for another cork 5 on the last jump in their dark territory, probably 60 feet from take off to knuckle. Mind you, its later, so the snow has hardened up a bit, and I didn't notice the wind had died down...
Needless to say, I popped off the lip of this jump, set my spin, and nearly immediately realized my mistake. I watched my landing saaaaiiiilllll away. I was going to overshoot this thing, big time. panic ensues, I overcork, and the first thing that hits the ground is my face, at the bottom of this landing (like, the very bottom. almost ran out of real estate). My goggles explode on impact, but my helmet stays intact. I slide to the bottom of this landing, motionless. Do the "what's broken" check, and surprisingly, I'm good, no concussion but the right side of my face is swelling up quick, and the vision in my right eye is all fucked up. Ski patrol is on me in 2 minutes. I know the guy. My first question is "how bad is my face?" and this guy Alex goes "...pretty bad." Second question: "Is my right eye still in there?" and he goes ".uhhhhhhh..." [panics internally] "yea, think you're good" [relief].
After 6 stitches, some anti-swelling / pain meds, a whole bunch of gauze, and some x-rays (negative on the orbital lobe fracture, I have no idea how), I walked away. that was the end of me getting super sendy though. Adulthood, man...