Real stories from you - what can you tell us?

[barefooter]

Want to hear real stories, which happened in your life - maybe bright moments on your sinking playing, maybe something interesting from your friends. BTW, maybe some of it stories can be base of scenario or movie xDDD Maybe it will need to repeat xDDD

[Solrex]

This would have been better posted in requests, unless you provided a real life experience of your own and then asked others what their experience was, albiet that would fit in general discussion as well...

[bogbud]

There are lots and lots of real-life-experiences in general discussion .

[Boggy Man]

I have posted a number of my adventures in this thread (initially I stopped including details of the adventures, but started again further into the thread):

https://www.quicksandfans.com/bb/viewtopic.php?f=23&t=6712

If you go way back, I made separate posts of my adventures. Here are the first couple:

https://www.quicksandfans.com/bb/viewtopic.php?f=14&t=266
https://www.quicksandfans.com/bb/viewtopic.php?f=14&t=329

And there are more, if you search.

[scooterjack]

Absolute true story. When I was 18, my long time, on and off girlfriend and I went canoeing. I was in umbros, an a t-shirt shirt, and she had on a one piece bathing suit, with just pair of jean shorts on over that. When we found a place to "dock" and take a brake, we both put our paddles in the water to see how deep it was. Our paddles hit ground no more than half a foot in the water. She had been sort of sun bathing in the canoe, laying on her back with her jean shorts unzipped and hanging open, and that is how she entered the water. The moment she jumped off the canoe, she went in all the way up to her thighs. I still remember her genuine suprise, and yelling "I JUST SANK LIKE FIFTY FEET!" What I should have done was rush over and grab her, but I was just transfixed watching the situation. There was a deep, thick layer of silt under the water, and it was like real quicksand. She was really struggling, bucking her hips back and forth. She became aware of her jean shorts hanging open, and quickly buttoned them, but didn't zip the fly. I still remember the sloshy sounds of her struggling. She did manage to get back in the canoe on her own. After that we swam around, and when I got close to the bank and went to walk, I would go knee deep in the slimy silt. I will never forget that experience, and glad I got a chance to share it.