My annual plunge through thin ice in one of the numerous shallow local ponds. Never went in deeper than chest height. One time was so cold outside that by the time I got back to the house my outer layers of clothing were frozen solid. I never even got wet, but walking was a bit interesting. Mom learned quickly that if I hollered in the door "get me a towel" a: what had happened and b: no harm, no foul.
Years later at a high school christmas party we went tobogganing in the dark, down a steep, rock strewn hill, towards a river with only a fence between it and us. The twisted aluminum toboggan we found there might have been a clue but we just broke it in half, folded up one end of the "spare" part and made another toboggan.
My parents drove me to that one and picked me up (with a towel waiting for me in the car).
Years later at a high school christmas party we went tobogganing in the dark, down a steep, rock strewn hill, towards a river with only a fence between it and us. The twisted aluminum toboggan we found there might have been a clue but we just broke it in half, folded up one end of the "spare" part and made another toboggan.
My parents drove me to that one and picked me up (with a towel waiting for me in the car).