One time I kayaked about a mile down to the bridge to take video of my little sister diving off of it, a tradition out at the lake house. I decided she’d pull me back, me in the kayak, her, a combination of walking and swimming back to the house. She agreed.
Then about halfway home we were getting goofy and switched spots.
I thought I was being funny when I flipped her over, but my camera was in the kayak… and it was lost forever. Along with all of the five-star footage I shot of her diving that afternoon. And of mom belligerently drunk on the fourth of July.