My most memorable moment was when we first went camping as a family. The guys went fishing while the others stayed back and went swimming in the lake. My dad was teaching me how to cast, mind you I was only around 8-10. After watching him do it a handful of times I was excited to try on my own. I grabbed the rod, reached back and flung my whole body forward. Of course I fell face first into the stream and immediately started to get swept away. It took about 10 seconds for my dad to catch up to me while I was thrashing around trying to stand up and get to land. Of course by the time he came up to me I was crying and laughing because I was so scared. He looked so pale and scared and was so relieved once I was safe…And yes he said not to tell mom…which I did right away when I saw her.