Reading all these adventure books and comics made me really fear quicksand as a child… I was living in East Berlins suburbs. The most comparable thing to quicksand would have been a mud puddle!
When I was a kid there was a Norwegian children movie called “The hunt for the kidney stone” where a kid travels into the body of his sick grandpa to find out what’s wrong with him (kidney stone). After the movie I asked my mom what kidney stones are, and where they come from. “You can get them if you eat too much salt, for example” she says, and after that I was TERRIFIED every time my parents would put salt on anything.
I read a story somewhere of someone getting them from the oxalates in peanut butter.
They were eating like 1 kg a week for a month or two though.
I was always worried about perfectly round holes in the ground and falling into them. Looney Tunes really over-represented how common they were.
Happened to me once. I was super drunk walking home and didn’t see an open manhole in front of me. I got super lucky, though.
From my drunk perspective, I’m just walking along when suddenly the ground is nearly at my eye level. Then I realised I’m dangling there, with only my head and elbows outside. I dragged myself out and continued on home.
I have no idea how I managed to fall inside with both my legs at the same time and why my arms didn’t hurt like hell, not even in the morning.
The part of the brain that goes “we’re doing reflexes now and you don’t get a say” is wild.
gas station sushi
I didn’t know those 3 words existed in that combination and I’m frankly appalled that they do
And you’d deserve it for saying “on accident”
