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I totally lost my keys in an acre of snow. I dive bombed a picnic table with snow on it two feet tall. Halfway back up the hill, I realized my keys were gone. And thinking back, I couldn't remember when I did have them. So... we started looking.

I was optomistic about the whole thing. Even though I realized the chances of me finding my keys were slim to none. Melissa and Dad both told me there was no way I'd ever find them, and we started thinking about a Plan B.

But, I ninja'd those keys back into my pocket.

Essentially: I rock.