Moshing. At the grand old age of 36 and with family raising hoedowns taking all of my energy, compassion and blood, my attendance at shows these days is infrequent to put it mildly. I was never much of a mosher at any rate and like most of you preferred to stand to one side and enjoy the show. Certainly this is the case at large shows. That, and I'd invariably be holding a beer or two and making regular trips to the bar. But at small gigs and if I was drunk enough I'd jump in a little bit if the vibe was really good.
As far as wacky anecdotes, once my shoe came off in a large moshpit and I thought I was pretty lucky to get it back. At the time I had images of me walking home with only one shoe on. "Hi dear, I'm home...". I think that's all the misadventure I've been privy to thankfully.
Can't see myself getting back into a moshpit unless something drastic happens.