Back when I was about 15 some a group of the boys decided to have a beach party round at Seconds beach in Dunedin. It was a fucking disaster. Not the warmest night so we decided to build a bonfire.

After all the branches are collected it looks like it will be pretty impressive but all attempts to set the thing on fire fail. One guy has the bright idea of dousing it in petrol to get it going. He's not clever enough, though, to pour a trail away from the collected wood and instead flicks a match into the middle.

BOOM!Three or four guys are luck to escape with only singed eyebrows.

Some of the guys have pooled their money for a crate but either lost their bottle opener or never realised they needed one. The solution? Smash the necks of the bottles and drink out of them that way! Hilarity ensues as one guy slices his bottom lip open and it won't stop bleeding.

Eventually it starts raining as it does in Dunedin and the party is abandoned. Hard lessons were learned that night that have served most of us well in later years. It's still hard to believe how dumb we were.

So, do I win?

so, um, this is getting drawn today.

WHAT I DONE IN THE WEEKEND BY HEATHER GAYE

Ummm...there was this time when I was 8 at Ohiwa Harbour (other side of the spit from Ohope beach). My friend's horrible brother and I were doing the "well I can go out *this* far!" until I said "well I can go out *this* - " and promptly fell into the channel. I remember having thoughts of my miserable grey grave and my family eating dinner around the table without me. I spotted horrible brother-type-person laughing at me. My dad fished me out.