When I was on an Greek island named Crete, my family and were walking and I was holding my fathers hand. My father was talking to me while walking and I wasn't paying attention. Instead, I was looking at my father's shoe, because it was untied. I began pointing down and he looked. He let go of my hand, and stopped to tie his shoe. I was walking toward a staircase and tumbled down it. Unfortunately, at the bottom of the staircase, there was a pile of dog poop, which I of course, landed in. My father rushed to me trying not to burst into laughter. He picked me up by my leg and ran w/ me as poop was rushing down my face. He found a hose and rinsed me of really well. That was the end of my crazy day!