When I was a teenager, I unplugged our freestanding kitchen stove from the 220V wall outlet (we were doing some remodeling). I had one hand on the plug, my feet on the wall for leverage (it had been plugged in for decades), and my other hand on the stove for balance.
As the plug came free, my finger slipped and came into contact with the metal part of the plug. I felt the current go up my arm, across my chest, and down my other arm to the stove. It was very painful, but I didn't die, or suffer any burns that I could see, or lasting damage that I'm aware of. I didn't go to the hospital. I think I was lucky.
Whenever I hear people complain about how kids today aren't allowed to do all the dangerous things we did when we were kinds (and survived), I remember events like this and wonder how we did survive. A few of my friends did not make it to adulthood.