I got lost in a swamp once. 16 years old. On a small island in the Tennessee river. At midnight. I was really and truly well and completely drunk for the first time in my life because a friend stole a fifth of scotch out of his dad's liquor cabinet

. ... well really
Finally, after 1/2 hour or so of looking down at my feet so I wouldn't trip over brush and fall down splashing in the muck, I looked up, and saw the glow from our campfire. How amazing!
Relieved, I wiped muck from my face and ... knocked my glasses off. I spent the next hour on my knees yelling for help to find my glasses. I knew I couldn't leave that spot or I'd never find them.
My equally drunk buds finally realized I was taking to long to whizz an searched and found me. One had a flashlight. He bent over and picked my glasses out of the water, ... just behind me.
We continued with the scotch until empty then switched to warm beer.
Next morning, I could only roll over to puke.
We all got our (daddy's) boats taken away.
Good times.