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Wow… that would’ve made a great video! I was a scaredy-cat and never took risks like putting my feet on the handlebars.
What I lacked in the “thinking things through” dept, I made up for in the “Consequences be damned! I’ll TRY it!” dept.
I’m surprised I’m still alive.
Thank god for my cement like bones.
Yes thank goodness for cement bones! Let’s just not try “consequences be damned” swimming… our cement bones will NOT help us then!
It could have been work. It could have been cow crap. That stuff hardens like cement.
(I didnt grow up in the city.)
’worse’ rather
Heh buffy, it already was a lot of work to get my shoe outta the mud. But yeah, coulda been worse too!
ah see ...the good ole days when kids could get their foot stuck in mud and figure out how to get it out all by themselves. now kids wait for the bus in their mom’s cars parked at the corner… even older kids! this makes me nuts.
I inspire everyone, don’t I? I’m so full of myself.
I had something very similar to that happen once. I was in Cape Cod and there was a pond on the property of our rental cottage. I was walking around it and since it’s a huge pond, I thought I could cut across this shallow area. When I stepped onto what look solid, I sunk--up to my waist like quicksand. Luckily, my friend was with me and he pulled and pulled until he got me out. It was very scary. I lost my sandals. They came off in the muck.
You and T sent me on a little trip down memory lane today.
I feel a post comin’ on....
(excuse me but my word is ‘large’ WTF? I just squeezed my ass into jeans that fit perfectly two months ago ... how could you know?)
I tell ya J, my blog is psychic. It knows all.
T, wow up to your waist? That’s pretty deep, imagine being stuck in that all day, ewww. We learned our lessons though… don’t cut corners! (I was walking through a shortcut too.)
Weese, kids these days are so soft. They get driven, not to the bus stop, but all the way to school!
Aww...poor little you, crying and no one even helped at all? That is terrible! I would have helped you...and given you a cookie too and took you home to your Momma.
I am still teased about riding my bike. I was busy looking at the cute boys on the corner and I turned straight into a parked van and knocked myself out. Thankfully it was summer and school was out or I would have had to move and change my name.
dooooood...you wore socks with your sandals? 
Heheheh - cool story and I can totally relate. One of my childhood friends lived right next to a forrest, and there was one spot in particular, which turned into a delightful mudhole whenever it had rained.
One day while visiting her, we went out to play in the woods, and were fascinated by the mud… because stepping in it and hearing the squishing sound when you pull out the shoe is just fun! And kinda scary when you *thought* it got stuck, but then didn’t.
What I’d forgotten all about was that mum was going to pick me up to go to the library with her… she was not impressed by my muddy shoes, and made me walk around in socks. I don’t know how I ever lived down the shame 
Aww you poor thing. I’d have been bawling like a baby too. I was fishing in a pond and fell in and it was muck that i got stuck in, was scrambling to get out, yet kept going deeper..then finally it clicked in..DUH just calm the f down and you can get yourself out..haha. Gotta love bein a kid eh.
Diane, that is hilarious, riding your bike straight into a van. Those cute boys must’ve gotten a big kick outta that!
KG, my mom dressed me. Obviously I get my current fashion sense from her. 
Maria, mud does make some pretty cool sucking noises when you pull shoes out of it! Moms just don’t get that.
Donna, eventually the voice of reason gets through, somehow.
They teased me all summer long. It was my cousin Donny and all of his cute friends. I was trying to be so impressive, riding with no hands and I ended up sprawled out unconscious in a very unflattering way!
Perhaps you were going for the “damsel in distress” look?
Ha! I lived in the city when I was a kid, so no field/muck stories.
I DID, however, have one of those bikes where the brakes were activated by going backwards on the pedals. And, for SOME reason, one day I thought it would be a good idea to ride down the parking lot ramp at the church down the street w/ MY FEET UP ON MY HANDLEBARS!
Needless to say, I hit a metal parking space partition thing in the parking lot at the end of the ramp, and launched myself through the air into a metal fence....pretty much impaling my hands of the fence.
Yeah....I know.
adena | 05.12.2006 | 10:42 AM