Once upon a time, I had a friend who was going to a Panic! At The Disco concert and she promised to FaceTime me so that I could watch with her. She messaged me in the middle of the night telling me to answer her FaceTime call, but I was at my neighbor's house (which also happened to be my cousin's house). I started running out the door, and my sister followed, chasing after me. She asked me where I was going, so I started running as fast as I could, screaming, “WE HAVE TO GET HOME, I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT! I NEED TO SEE, WHY CAN'T I SEE?!” Bear in mind that it’s around midnight, but I was running and halfway through screaming. I stepped into a pothole in my neighbor’s lawn and completely fell into the mud. I got right back up and kept running, muddy as ever, trying to get to my house while my sister was laughing uncontrollably behind me. That’s not even the sad part. The sad part is my friend's phone died, so I just sat there with mud all over me at the dining room table, staring at my blank phone, just waiting. I waited for almost two hours, refusing to take a shower even though the mud was starting to dry up. This was two years ago, and to this day, every time my sister sees the pothole, she starts laughing hysterically.