With my bucket list gleaming like the ice beneath my feet, I bravely stepped onto the frigid surface, channeling my inner ice-skater. Nothing screams “wisdom” like precariously balancing on a thin sheet of ice, right? Each crack beneath me was just the lake’s way of cheering me on—or perhaps reminding me of my poor life choices. But hey, nothing says “living life to the fullest” like a potential plunge into icy oblivion. In the end, I crossed, emerged triumphant, and instantly crossed “wear dry clothes” off my list. Bucket list: 1, common sense: 0!