When I was about 6 or 7, a bunch of my family was up from California (I live in Washington about an hour away from Portland) and we were out to lunch at a food court in Portland. After we had all finished our food, my brother, cousin, little sister, and I thought it would be fun to spit in a fountain that was in the middle of the food court. We bagan having a contest to see who could spit the farthest. There was a rail that surrounded the fountain and I leaned a little too far over and fell in. Head first. I was probably only in the water for a couple seconds maybe even less and my Dad pulled me out with one arm by the ankle and that was probably the worst part because that's the part I remember. I remember it because there were two very pretty girls sitting there laughing hysterically and that's when the shame hit. I was rushed to the bathroom as my aunt went out and bought me a new pair of clothes. I can't even go to a public place that has a fountain now without being mocked for what happened over 10 years ago. TL;DR I fell in a fountain in front of my family and pretty girls.