before my mental health struggles even started, I went for a rafting trip on the river.

it was all going well, until I decided, this is boring.. I'm going to move about on my raft and try and spice things up.

well, I ended up falling off the raft, in to the river (I had all my clothes on, shoes too)

I had to swim back to the shore, clothes soaked in really cold water, and when I did finally get to dry land, we were told we were about to have a picnic, and I had to eat mine naked.

kind of embarrassing at the time, and how I remember it, when it was home time, my clothes still wern't quite dry.