Probably aged 11, or so, on a day trip to the beach with the local Methodist youth group.
My best friend and I tended to absent ourselves from the rest of the group during these trips (one time, we spent so long in the sea, the current swept us well out of view of everyone else, necessitating a rather arduous swim back to shore, lest we be left behind). On this occasion, we set to digging a large hole for ourselves to sit in, and sit in it we did, before pulling all the sand back on top of ourselves so that we were nothing but heads. All most amusing, and I'd been watching Red Dwarf the night before, and so declared myself to be a mushroom. All was well, until my friend stood up, decanting his share of the sand onto me, leaving me unable to free myself. Jolly japes for him as he watched me descend into panic, he eventually relented and dug me out.
To this day, I am terrified of tight, confined spaces (clambering through soft play centres with the kids always makes me uneasy).

Something, something, your mum's vagina is pleasingly roomy.
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