When I was around 12 years old, the thing to do on a Saturday afternoon, was to go to the movies. The theater was usually packed with friends from school.
So, after getting permission to walk to the "Arden Theater" in Southern California, which was only a mile or so, I joyfully trotted off - not to see the movie that was currently playing, but to see friends and devour snacks.
Once inside the theater, I spotted a group of friends who were saving me a seat. I got lucky and found that I was seated next to a boy that I had a huge crush on. About an hour into the movie, he gathered up enough courage to put his arm around me.
I was loving that, lost track of time and sat through the movie twice. Meanwhile, my parents are at home having a fit and worried about me. So, my father drives to the theater to try and find me and he is seeing red.
So, here I am, snuggling with the young man on my right, in the theater, day-dreaming away, and all at once I feel someone grabbing my arm and yelling my name out at the top of his lungs.
Being humiliated in front of my friends by my father, was without a doubt, my most embarrassing moment.