Hammocks don't bring back pleasant memories for me. I had a bad fall when I was working in the Amazon, and cracked and bent a few ribs. I couldn't straighten out, so I thought I'd sleep in a hammock instead of in the tent. It was quite painful getting into the hammock, but once there, not too bad. I had some of the local pain-killer which was a big help. I did manage to get to sleep, but something woke me up in the middle of the night. Raindrops. Then thunder and lightening. I figured I had to get to the tent, so with the aid of the bottle of pain killer, started the hammock swinging and let myself fall on the ground. By then it was pissing down rain, and clay mud everywhere. I started crawling to the tent, which I could only see when there was lightening. I'd go a little way, then wait for the lightening to show me the way. Finally I made it, and spent the rest of the night in the tent, soaking wet and covered in mud. Fortunately there was still some of the pain-killer left to see me to the morning.