It's not my gnarliest line ever but when I was 7 me and my friend Kyle use to just ski everywhere in a racer's tuck, so we were coming down a traverse back to the chairlift that we had never skied before and hit this blind lip at full speed ( not that fast considering we were little kids) but we both got major air. Kyle had a bit of a yard sale when he landed but I managed to hit the steel chairlift pylon dead on  about 6ft off the ground and broke my helmet and goggles.
My dad was spitting mad and I didn't get to ski again until I had done enough chores for a new helmet.
Those were the days when you're young and your body is like rubber, wish it stayed like that.