Riding through the pit, at high noon.
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We came across some fellas' on bikes, and my old man being who he was, went to have a little chat.
They talked, as I looked out the window of the old ford pickup truck. Seeing trees, animals and the sky, hills of dirt, that went very high.
I pondered over those hills, wondered how they got so big.
Twas' at that moment of thought, that the truck began to move.
Looking forward, I noticed we were headed straight for a sinkhole.
I thought to myself what is this man doing.
Though I was young and he was my father so there was nothing I could do to stop him.
He drove right into it thinking his truck could make it through.
Of course, that was not scenario to be played out.
We made it about half way through the sinkhole of mud and water.
Then, we started to sink.
I was not frantic or panicky.
I believe it was more anxious, to see how we were going to get out of this one.
Now, mud and water were filling up the inside of the cab. The men on bikes were shouting come on, you can do it, as we were sinking. It seemed as though none of them were going to help.
Then I heard one say let's pull em' out, they ain't goin' no wheres.
As we waited in the truck for the men to pull us out I began to feel scared.
Right then my dad said he loved me. It was ok then. Everything was going to be fine. As I look back now, I vaguely remember a chain breaking and the truck sinking deeper. Of course, I also remember driving away. Then making it home safely. A little shook up but safe again.
"Remember Forever And Never Forget"