We had to walk along a path that had a steep gravel drop off to one side, of course I slipped and ended up sliding down the gravel, with nothing to stop me... thankfully a couple of teachers were there and were able to reach me before I slid to the bottom. I never strayed close to the edge after that, I learned my lesson. After finally walking over the narrow path, we reached the mouth of the cave. My classmates went before me, I climbed in, attempted to step down, found I had caught my foot in between two rocks....
I ceremoniously fell into the cave, losing my hard hat that another teacher had to retrieve for me. By this point, I wanted to get out of the cave and go home, however; that was not an option. I trudged along in the dark with my friends and a small flashlight. My feet were sinking into mud, I pulled my food out and somehow lost my sneaker... I had to fish into the mud to find it.
FREE to get back to civilization. While walking out, we had to walk over a brook using some strategic rocks.... by this point I laughed and walked into the brook... really after all that I had dealt with that day a little brook wasn't going to hurt me. I climbed onto the bus, found a seat and prepared to get comfortable for the ride home.
While adjusting my clothing and brushing off dried mud, I realized my underwear were sticking out of my pants... all I can tell you is I was more shades of red that day than I can remember. It is always hard to be a teenager and not fit in, the stories later though are so much funnier than they were on the day they happened.
I remember thinking, wow.... how am I going to live this down... teenagers are not always nice. I wish I could tell that fourteen old girl (me) that those people wouldn't matter later in life and that actually the incident turned out to be a great memory that makes me laugh every time I think of it.
We all need to laugh at ourselves a little more often and not be so serious.
I cherish my past, I accept my present and I dream for my future ♥