everyone deserves a story for being good attention givers:

muddy legs. walking through the swamp looking for shoes that my sister lost. its funny, cause the mud there was thigh deep, and her shoes were the flimsy lil ones that fall off. my shoes are completely ruined, and when they dried out later they were stiff and red, even though i thought i had washed off all the mud. when looking through mud in a swamp, we mainly just thrust our hands in until we were shoulder deep, and then kind of just slowly moved them around, hoping or not hoping to find something solid. one time i got someone elses leg, and gave him a fright. that was a laff. years later and miles away, in a different color mud, i had a lot more fun. no looking around for anything, mainly cause there were more oysters here and less shoes that were loose, but also because everyone was prepared, and knew that shoes would be sucked into the murky depths. this time around we just had fun and chucked the mud around with no frantic searching, and washed our shoes off better when we got back to the places we were staying.