1. Navigating mythical back alleys of Batavia between Rt 25 and River St south of Wilson on foot.
2. Lying down at the bottom of the CJS swimming pool on a freeswim day, just being still, and forgetting to breathe.
3. Being simultaneously subtle and vicious in a mob-like knife fighting "tournament" in the CJS athletics building. Wins were determined by taking or making the other give up their knives. Losers were out once they were kniveless.
I wasn't invited to the fight by not being passed a blade, but once the crowd had thinned a little, I battled and bullied my way in by attacking those with fewer knives while I had none.