Some of the favorite stories in this house revolve around by brother-in-law many many many many years ago bringing his own brand of parasailing to the lake. This involved several people in the boat, a very long rope, and a fool standing on top of the boathouse with a parachute. The boat would speed up, the rope went taught, the fool went flying, and when it was time to stop somebody in the boat cut the rope with a knife, and the fool with the parachute would come floating (read crashing) down. This went on for quite some time (until there was no rope left, and the boathouse railing was broken) until logic, reason, and sore bodies prevailed.
This family has been on the lake for a long time, and the stories of tomfoolery are endless. When we all get together, and the "memories stories" start, we laugh so hard we're crying and holding our bellies.
Oh how times have changed. *sigh*