When I recall the events of my life it is always of great interest to me that I seem to recall the seemingly insignificant ones as much as I do. Memories that should be lost to obscurity linger on, and make me laugh, or feel, or think, or any other possibility of mental stimulation one can think of. One particular memory that recalls itself to me is the time my next door neighbour, Ryan, and I were having a water fight in our respective back yards. I recall few events surrounding it, save the strategies employed by either of us, and what I would consider by far the superior strategy, mine. Initially, we were in our back yards and we had the usual water guns, super soakers and the like. Of course, we advanced through the natural stages of the water arms race, and moved up to hoses and so forth like that. The water hose of course is a powerful foe to defeat, so each of us in an attempt to shelter ourselves from the impending doom of our respective enemy's aquatic artillery, rushed to the aide of the fence. Neither of us were tall enough to see directly over the fence and therefore neither of us could get an accurate shot of the other with the hose, plus putting our hands over in an attempt to get the better of our opponent would certainly give away our own position along the fence. At this point a scheme occurred to me that would certainly advance my own position and bring his casualty list to something unsurmountable. Having the good foresight to run in quickly to my house, I fetched a bucket and filled it. Carrying a good amount of water with me outside, I immediately went to the fence and sought the position of my target. Having quickly learned of Ryan's position by the sound of his voice, I immediately lifted the bucket and without reserve deposited my payload directly upon his person. When he became drenched by my brilliant discharge, I assumed immediate victory, and began to laugh hysterically, at the howling of bitter defeat my noble adversary was uttering across the fence. He screamed in agony at the defeat he had just suffered. Certainly, this was too humiliating to go unchallenged and he promptly, retrieved a bucket of his own, and sought for my company across the fence. Being the wily and astute fellow, I felt I was, I knew all too well what his game was and did not give the satisfaction of revenge by obliging his request. Chalking up my brilliant tactics as a total victory, I decided to quit while I was ahead so to speak and thus returned to my house promptly, and happily.