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It’s not fun at all.

Imagine being a 16-year-old with a dream of becoming a photographer and not knowing that you would be close to death.

This is my story of nearly drowning in a silt pond at a quarry and almost dying of hyperthermia.

As my beginning part of becoming a Sophomore was becoming a close, I had a project of taking photos for my last project that night. I was really instrested of getting some photos of the dirt mountains and the trucks that moved them. Took some photos of the ponds that had very clear water in them. It was only 8:40 PM thinking I can get home safe and sound. I looked over into the pit, seeing it glistening a little. I bender over the pit and slipped and fell. As I rolled into the ground, I landed on my back.

I was in the pit that I needed to get out of. All of a sudden I felt my flip flops sink into the muddy substance. I pumped my legs up a few times with to no avail. As I moved my legs, the mud began to shake like jello sort of. I began to sink to my knees. I was breathing harder and felt like I was hyperventilating.

“Stay calm John, you know you can’t die in quicksand.” I muttered to myself.

As I looked for anything else, I tried to grab my phone for a way out. Thing was that my phone was on the cliff. As I moved a little, the muddy silt engulfed my knees all the way to thighs.

I was panicking now, I could get out at all. As I touched the surface, the surface was mud. I gripped my leg and pulled, I couldn’t get it up. I started to laugh a little to myself and uttering some swear words to myself.

I breathed a little struggled a bit. The smell was unbearable to even withstand. I looked at my caked mud watched and it red 8:59. I was helpless and it was getting colder. However, the mud was actually keeping me warm. I looked up and took a deep breath. My mind was flooding was panic as well.

As I walked in the mud, I automatically sank to my chest. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. I pushed the mud against myself and created a suction. I began to worry as much as I did. I couldn't fathom of myself being sucked into the earth. I then sank to my shoulders as I reached the edge of the mud pit and grabbed it. It was now or never. I tried to pull myself out.

I was at my neck. Finally, I knew my end was coming, I was crying out my eyes. I was yelling for help at the last moment of survival. I couldn't do anything except just accept my death as it was. I tilted my head up. I clearly remember this to the day I live. I looked up and saw the skies being littered with stars. Then on my left I could see the full moon.

As I sank further my ears were clogged. I could only hear my heartbeat and that was it. Then I put my head in its direction causing my mouth and nose to be engulfed. I said my final words or so I thought were my final words.

“Mom, I'm sorry I couldn't make it home for dinner, I love you!” I then surrendered underneath. All I remember was it was dark, warm, and just silty. I knew I vomited more than once. I felt my right or my left-hand touch something.

It wasn't a rope, it was a pipe that was buried under the mud to at least form it. I was able to grab it. I was probably underneath for twelve to twenty seconds.quicksand

As I pulled myself up, it was cold and I needed to get myself out of the pit.

TL;DR: I got out and it was cold, I needed to find water to at least clean myself. I had to crawl over since I was caked and it was cold. I automatically fell in and washed. My camera was nowhere to be found, but my phone was at the time. It was 9:36 that I came home, knowing my mother wasn't at home. She had a late night shift at the hospital.

Writing this still does shaken me to the core no doubt and gives me some anxiety whenever I get into a pool chest deep.

It also depends on what kind of quicksand it is. I sank in clay quicksand and it does give some perspective what to watch out for.