I was prolly in fifth grade at the time and we still used to go on the swings at the playground during lunch. Well whenever it rained at night the area underneath the swing would either become a huge puddle or just really muddy. Well, genius over here decides that I will go on the swings anyway. When it comes time to stop or get off you can't put ur feet down on the ground (you need to literally jump off and hopefully land far from the mud). Needless to say I was not lucky enough to get a good jump - I busted my as right in the mud and had to spend the rest of the day with mud all over my pants, shirt, etc. - thankfully I had a sweatshirt that I tied around my waist. But I had everyone ragging on me for weeks.