Just one tattoo. I got it at 20 about a year after my dad passed away. It's an homage to the only tattoo my dad had throughout my childhood, which was a bird on his arm. I got it done by an old friend of his, who owned a tattoo shop. He free-handed it off of a grainy, faded photograph that I pulled out of an old photo album. He did a fantastic job; it's a 1:1 replica.
It's faded just a bit now (I've had it for nearly 15 years), but not badly. I'll probably get it touched up in a few years to brighten up the colors.
One time when I was much younger, I borrowed a trailer from a buddy to haul around some stuff that wouldn't fit in my Jeep.
When I initially borrowed it, my friend set up the hitch and locked it in place. I figured I'd be able to do the same when it came time to return it.
Well, I didn't do it right. I got on the road to return the trailer to my friend, and about 1000ft down the road, the trailer popped right off the hitch and started barreling down the road behind me toward a car.
The car stopped before the trailer hit it. A guy got out, grabbed the trailer, pulled it up to my Jeep before I could even say anything, and hitched it properly while I was apologizing.
He just said, "No worries" and went on his way. What a cool guy.