It was winter 77 or 78.
I was 16-17.
Lost my driving priviliges so I was doing a lot of walking.
Went to a party with friends in someones car.
Clothing, tight jeans, light disco shirt, short leather jacket, disco style shoes.
I was hanging around trying to pickup a girl when my ride left.
I set out around 3am on about a 5 mile walk back home. It was 0 F and snowing and wind.
Nobody to hitch with, kept on walking and walking. My thighs were starting to burn, couldn't feel my fingers or toes. Lucky I was a long hair so my ears didn't suffer to badly.
By the time I made it to the backdoor I couldn't put the key in the door. Good thing the dog woke everybody up and I more or less fell in.
Sober, just frozen, couldn't stop shaking for like ever.
When I could finally get undressed and took a warm shower anybody looking at me would have thought I was a girl.
My wedding tackle had retreated that far up.
Took me the whole next day to feel better.
Lots of hot chocolate and noodle soup.
Strangely enough no frostbite damage. Lucky, young and stupid.
If I had been in a similar situation for some reason at 40 years + I'd have died in the ditch.
I did get my driving priviliges back. Thanks Mom.