And mine broke his outside jumping from the compost bin. (We were all doing it...)

I don't have children yet so I'm probably way out of turn when I say I like the "be home for dinner" method after a certain age.

Sometimes we'd come home scraped up and dirty, but we'd be okay. My mother was about 10 feet away when my brother broke his arm.

It's just such a game of chance. It's probably best not to train for fear, though. (as a general philosophy, not addressing any anecdotes here)