In 1970, my best moment (or so I claimed) was at end of a particularly good day, when I looked back on the day's events before going to sleep. My guess is that I invented this "moment" for the purpose of the essay, but it perfectly reflects my later delight in reminiscence. Indeed, I wouldn't be surprised if some of my best moments were when looking back at other moments that may not have been in themselves so pleasurable. This is a very strange phenomenon, illustrating not happiness derived from pure fantasy, but from the reworking of  events into a more delightful memory. Someday I'll write an essay about it: "Beyond Nostalgia".

For my "Most Embarrassing Moment" I deliberately avoided talking about my most embarrassing moment (which was when I had done a particularly smooth dive into the swimming pool causing my swimming trunks to slip gracefully down to my ankles). As an adult, of course, my remembered embarrassing moments are all to do with social gaffes rather than physical surprises, but I have no intention of rehashing any of those.