My mother's curse on me

Everyone has heard the joke about a mother cursing her kid with "I hope your kids are just like you so you can see what you put me through." In a way that's not entirely bad, I mean I think I'm smart and (yes I'm biased) I think my son is brilliant. I think the curse part though is he has no fear of anything. I was a very energetic child, always running always moving. I had stitches around 8 times, dislocated my elbow, broke my wrist 3 times (only once in a cast, couldn't miss playing sports), almost knocked my teeth out, so you get the point. Oh and my mom's favorite, I painted myself head to toe green when I was 4. My son is almost 3 and is already trying to out do me. He's already figured out how to jump off the back of the couch, land on the seat, and bounce onto the coffee table. The only reason he doesn't do some things is I see the look in his eye and know what he's about to try, I guess because it's something I would try to do too if I was him. It really does make me wonder if I will be like my parents and being surprised my son makes it to adulthood. Not because something like a car accident or shooting or something but because the thought process of "I wonder if I can jump this?" and without another thought jumping it.