I don't know if it was near death and I don't recall the incident directly, but at roughly the same age (~18 months) I was staying with my grandparents for a we

I don't know if it was near death and I don't recall the incident directly, but at roughly the same age (~18 months) I was staying with my grandparents for a weekend and at some point managed to get out of the house without my grandfather noticing. After a while he noticed that I wasn't in the house and started frantically searching. He found me somewhere out in a nearby empty field holding onto a largish snake. It's weird, I don't have any memory of this incident, however I can swear I've seen a black & white photo of me holding said snake - no such photo exists. Not sure if it was venomous or not. I was apparently holding it in the right place, just below the head so as to avoid being bit (lucky). My grandfather actually told the story often with a sort of pride. At the time he was a Pentecostal Church of God pastor and he kind of liked idea of snake handling, I guess.