Don’t forget quicksand… I spent all my childhood afraid of falling into it. Somehow it was an unwarranted concern.
A, yes, quick sand, the bane of my childhood.
My mom once actually stepped in quicksand (thankfully only up to the top of her boot). It was in Canada. Yes, Canada has quicksand! She was visiting my uncle in Saskatchewan.
Unlike the movies, it fits its name. One minute she was walking, then suddenly it was like she fell into a pit, but couldn’t get her boot out. I can’t remember how the story ended. This was like 35 years ago that she told me about it.
Couple of years ago, I walked through a forest somewhere in the middle of The Netherlands, called the Waterloopbos, and I came across a blocked off area with quicksand warnings.
I kinda wish I had lost my shoes there, because the shoes I was wearing weren’t good for forest walking.
That was the first and so far only time I had seen quicksand in my 44 years of existing on this blue marble.
It’s even funnier when you remember that like 99% of all matter is empty space, and electrostatic force is what keeps everything from sliding past everything else.
Sometimes I look at the wide open sky and think “What if gravity suddenly reverses and I fall up into the sky and then space? That would be really dangerous.”
I had a clear childhood memory of when gravity temporarily vanished and we all had to duck and cover under our desks. Years later I learned how gravity worked. A few years after that I realized my memory was impossible though it felt very real. This may be the root of my trust issues…
Stephen King wrote a story of just that happening to a guy. Except gravity didn’t reverse he just kind of lost mass, but the result was the same.
Dude wasn’t even dieting what was crazy is for all intents in purposes no one could tell he was losing weight. He looked the same weight but when he get on a scale it show him losing weight. You really should read it. For some reason its a stand alone novel, but its actually really short for a Stephen King novel.
I have nothing to worry about while I’m in bermuda. I mean I’m not exactly triangle-shaped. Didn’t these people ever have toys as kids? Sheesh!