There was the day I revolted at work: I was a 16 year old civil servant at a County Court, the youngest there, and they were treating me rotten, giving me more work than was humanly possible to get through, and having a go at me for not managing it. I threw a wobbly, kicked my desk over, kicked the paperwork I was supposed to be doing all around, told them what I thought of them all, and took myself off home in a fit of fury.(Dad made me go back the next day: when i got there I had a new desk, the work was done, and they had arranged for me to go on the training course I should have been sent to to weeks earlier. They said it was not 'cos I'd thrown a wobbly. Yeah.)
Or was it three years later, when I set off into the unknown to be an au pair girl in Austria, with lousy German skills. Rotten placement at first, but I changed to another family, and within 6 months I was fluent and happy.
Or was it getting married to a sailor I hardly knew, after going out with him just 4 months and only seeing him every other weekend.(45th anniversary just gone)
Then there was emigrating....
I don't know which was the scariest.
These days I'm pretty staid, though i have done some acting in our U3A Performance Group. Scary, but not as much as the early stuff.