I was in Wimberley, Texas or however you spell it, and I was in a creek looking for shells for my mom. I had goggles so I came up to take a breath, and I hit something hard over my head. I thought it was a rock but it was really my uncle in a canoe. He hadn't seen me. I almost drowned after panicing but I swam to the other side of the canoe, got out of the water and cried.
Long Story Short: My uncle ran me over with a canoe.