One of the most humourous, and somewhat embarrassing moments of my life occurred this past summer.  After toiling for a week in volunteer work, it was the final day, and everyone was allowed to relax.  The hour was 1:30 in the morning, but everyone was still full of energy.  

We were playing a game called, which you may or may not know.  There are four squares in a grid and if the ball lands in your square, you must use your hand to hit the ball into someone else’s square.  If you fail, you must go and line up, as there were many people playing. 

I was a reckless player, whacking the ball as hard as I could whenever I got the chance.  I was doing pretty well too, considering I had never played this game before.  Suddenly, someone smashed the ball into my square.  My cat-like reflexes kicked in, and I lunged to the right to get my hand on the ball.  I was successful, and smacked the ball perfectly.  The guy in the adjacent square was epic fail, and missed the ball.  

At first, was relieved, as I had survived the smash that nearly eliminated me from the grid.  Then I looked down, and found that there was a massive gaping hole in the right down the middle of my shorts.  Everyone, including me burst into laughter as I walked off to change into a pair of pants that would not rip.  It was a memorable moment, but came at the expense of a nice pair of shorts.