Okay, I have one. (Warning: This may be one of those "you'd have to be there" stories.) When we were about 13, my cousin used to come spend the summers with us, and being out in the country we had all sorts of grand adventures. We would journey through fields and down train tracks and through streams, talking and laughing and having a wonderful time. One summer, we'd been walking down the train tracks in the woods, and were hot and tired, so we decided to cut across the yard of an old abandoned dwelling to get to the road, and head home. This dwelling was rotting, falling down, the yard was all grown up, and it was obvious (or so it would seem) that no one had lived there in a very long time. There was a cattle gate seperating the railroad tracks from the yard, so we bent down and began struggling through the bars. We had gone about a quarter of the way through the yard towards the road, when two dogs came charging around the side of the house, growling and barking and scaring the mess out of us. We freaked out and started running back towards the gate. I was slimmer and quicker than my cousin, and got there first. You had to go through head first, leaving your backside unprotected, and it was awkward and ungainly. I looked back and saw my cousin racing towards me, shreaking and yelling all sorts of (now) hilarious threats and encouragements for me to hurry up. I was halfway through when she reached me, and she didn't even stop - she planted her hands right on my butt and shoved me all the way through with one motion. I landed and rolled, and turned to see her chunk herself through with no less dignity. I have never seen her move that fast, all the while hollering "OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH" at the top of her lungs. We ran probably a quarter of a mile back in the other direction before stopping to rest. By the time we got back to the house (the long way) we were laughing so hard we could hardly stand up, and even now we can't talk about it without disolving into fits of hysterics.
