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Worst birthday ever was when I turned 18. I was staying with friends and they put a small party on for me. They had gotten a keg for everyone, including quite a few of the parents, to enjoy but the rule was, no one drinking could leave until morning. A girl I had a huge crush on had come over but there were too many people around for things to go anyplace.

We got the bright idea of climbing onto the gently sloping garage roof and watch the stars. It was no small feat getting up there in our inebriated state, but we managed and after a while things began to progress away from star gazing into some heavy necking. It all ended abruptly when one of us, maybe both, moved wrong and we began to roll down the roof. I landed first, she landed on top of me. There we were, alongside the garage by the keg scantily dressed in front of everyone, including her parents who had come to give her a ride home. She had the wind knocked out of her, I had three cracked ribs. We also weren't allowed to see each other outside of school.