When I was little, my parents sent me to a camp in the Carpathians for several weeks. We had to get there by train. In the compartment, I met a girl with whom I became friends. Her mother and little sister were also traveling with us. When we arrived at the camp, I had to share the same room with them. On the last day of the camp, when we were supposed to go back, I woke up very early and couldn’t sleep, so I got bored and thought it would be cool to fake a fall from my bed. So I took a blanket and laid down on the floor, pretending to be asleep, waiting for my friend and her mother to wake up. When they did, they started laughing at me. Everything was fine; we laughed and started packing. In the end, when we left the camp, almost all my friends knew that I had fallen out of bed, and in the train compartment, my seat was secured with straps and all so that I would not SUDDENLY fall on the floor.
It was my worst trip on a train that I ever had. And everything because I decided it would be cool to fake that I fell from the bed.