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Looking for a place to cross a small stream. There are no rocks to go across. I don't mind getting wet because I'm changing out of my hiking shoes back at the car anyway. Find a shallow spot with a sandy bottom with that wave pattern and some fishes sitting in the current. Step in only the sand erupts like a bubble of black oil and there's no bottom. Suddenly I'm doing Rodin's ballerina in quicksand with one foot still on the bank behind me and my hands in firmer mud on the far bank and the water's over my chin. My dad grabs my leg just as the water gets up to my nose and starts pulling. I start to back out only my hands slip down into the quicksand and now my head's under water. Everything is black. I can't tell which way is up. At least it's not thick and sticky like in the movies. Someone up there likes me because my shoe slips off in my day's hands and I go all in. I rolled over onto my back and my face broke through to the surface. I get ahold of some tree roots near me and manage to pull myself out of a cesspool of decayed leaf matter. This happened in fucking Connecticut.
