When I was just a wee lad I had a 72 Suzuki Nomad 292. Playing around in a field that I thought I knew all of a sudden the back of the sled broke thru, I gave it heck and kept the ski's on top of the ice for what seemed like forever. All I kept thinkin about was how cold that water was going to be and dad is gunna tan me somethin fierce. Once I made it to the other side I was so proud of myself, felt like a million bucks. Kept thinkin to myself "man I know this area and there ain't no pond around here". When the snow thawed I relised it was about a foot of water that froze over. Made me feel not so big at that point. Friends that were with me that day still rub it in.
I still manage to point out that they all thought I was cool that day also though!!!!!