i remember being up at lake tahoe (california-nevada border, USA. big freshwater lake) and the firm my dad worked for, one of the owners had a cabin up there. They were trying to convince my dad to buy into the practice so as part of his bonus one year (I was like, 4) we got to stay a weekend up there. tried to jump over a frozen creek, I was 4, fell through the (ice was a quarter inch, water was 6 inches, i was 4 remember) 12 foot hole in the ice to my watery grave. I spent (probably a second at longest) twenty three years, submerged (up to my shin at most? i really don't remember), underwater, in that hole until my dad plucked me out, a grown man (yes all it took to turn from a 4-year-old to a fully grown adult, then man, because amab and i hadn't done a lot of thinking by age 4, was getting my feet really fucking cold. truly i was a king among cold-feeted cold-feet-people.)