Oh; just remembered
We had this building yard theing where they'd stripped up a load of tarmac to put in some Astroturf and by June it was a big mudpile. Because June is sunny, everyone also started to play football near the field. The ball went over the fence quite frequently, although only usually by a few feet and a small boy could easily get it. That, and the older kids took the ball whenever they could.
This one time I was in charge of beating up the older kids to get the ball, vying for some kudos with the dickheads who were playing, and the ball gets thrown a good ten yards into the mud. We all gather at the edge of the field and discuss who's gonna get it. And then, suddenly, for a reason I can't quite remember, I start sprinting across the potholes.
Now I'm a good hundred pounds, so I soon realised in a small corner in the back of my brain that what I was doing was pure insanity. Still, it was good the first nine yards, I wasn't slipping or sinking. But then, near the ball, the water had pooled and sept into the mud underneath, and my foot just sunk about five inches in. By now the kids who weren't playing football, from the other side of the school were lined up against the fence watching me. I made a run for it, pulling out my foot from the shoe. I got the ball and immediatly regretted my terrible talent at throwing, as it only rolled about a yard.
I then rushed to the aid of my embedded shoe, and in the process my other sank bitterly into another weak spot. I was forced to shun both shoes and carry them once I relieved them. I was now aware of high authority figures watching, and a faint chanting emanating from the football area, but the adrenalin from my insanity forced me to ignore it.
Of course, my shoes were gripped, and my socks were not. From the off I fell down onto my kneees, ruining my trousers and squinting as mud flew up into my eyes. Trying to compose whatever dignity remained, I picked up my shoes and the ball and sprinted back across the mud, jumping over potholes and pools of stagnant water, arriving to the gaze of the Deputy Head and throwing the ball triumphantly back into the crowd.
The thing is, everyone forgot about it a week later. Remarkable.