Ohhh can I relate... when I was about 12 I was crossing the road to catch the bus. Being the preoccupied child I was, I didn't notice that a manure spreader (a larger trailer, towed behind a tractor that has a roll of tines for chucking the manure out the back) had left a trail of fairly fresh manure all over the road. Most of my schoolmates were from town and had no understanding or appreciation of the operation of farm equipment. The usually kind old lady who drove the bus, gave me an earful for tracking a bunch of manure onto her bus, which helpfully drew even more attention to my debacle.
I had been so excited to go to school that day, because the night before I had subbed in goal for my hockey team achieving the one and only W of my minor hockey career. Instead of sharing my triumph, I got to wish I was was invisible 💀
Great read as alway. We are from the same time and you are right, quicksand did rank high on the list of fears lol.
Lol, it really was! I had a very unreasonable fear of it.
I seem to recall a episode of Magnum P.I. where one of his associates got stuck in the stuff and my early 80’s brain couldn’t handle it.
The danger felt both very real and imminent.
Ohhh can I relate... when I was about 12 I was crossing the road to catch the bus. Being the preoccupied child I was, I didn't notice that a manure spreader (a larger trailer, towed behind a tractor that has a roll of tines for chucking the manure out the back) had left a trail of fairly fresh manure all over the road. Most of my schoolmates were from town and had no understanding or appreciation of the operation of farm equipment. The usually kind old lady who drove the bus, gave me an earful for tracking a bunch of manure onto her bus, which helpfully drew even more attention to my debacle.
I had been so excited to go to school that day, because the night before I had subbed in goal for my hockey team achieving the one and only W of my minor hockey career. Instead of sharing my triumph, I got to wish I was was invisible 💀
Fortunately, I have barely needed to see or speak to any of those classmates in 30 years.
Awww Dana. How do we share so many childhood humiliations?
If we ever traded stories on these situations, I think the earth would swallow both of us up from discomfort.
Or we would find comfort from knowing that we’re all just muddling our way through life.