Pontooning

When I was in high school, we had some out of town friends come to visit.  As part of their stay with us, we arranged to go out on a pontoon ride on a friend's boat.  There were about 8 of us on the pontoon.  Some people stayed in the back area of the pontoon under the canopy, and a few of us were on the front deck area.  As we were enjoying our ride on the lake, people were slowly milling about, moving from one area to the other.  At one point, more than half of the group was on the front area, and the front of the pontoon started to dip under the water.  My dad screamed, "WE'RE GOING DOWN!!"  and darted toward the back, quickly followed by the rest of us who were on the front.  He was heroically going to save my mom, who doesn't swim.  We soon realized we weren't going down, but we just needed to make sure we didn't have too many people in the front.  Consequently, yelling "WE'RE GOING DOWN!!" has become shorthand in my family for false panic.