My fondest memory of boot was during Battlestations. We were doing an egress exercise where the scenario was that we were pinned down and had to retreat or hide. My chief was of course with us during the scenario, and I saw that she would get made. So thinking on my feet and with no time to mull it over, I put her in a nearby locker and then I hid. What I was worried was that I was going to eventually get my butt kicked - it turned out to be a great thing. The then-3rd Fleet commander was observing and thought it was outstanding.
My worst memory was my P-day physical. What a grueling day that was. I can’t even count how many shots we got!