The puddle to a young child was like candy sitting on the table in which mom would say, ‘do not touch’. I had already been sitting in the house waiting out the rain and sitting still was not good for this busy minded girl. A thought came to me, my red boots! I loved those red rubber boots that I so infrequently got to wear. So, I decided the mud puddle and the red rubber boots needed to meet each other. My boring, sitting inside and being still, afternoon became one of an exciting adventure.
My red boots were in good condition since I didn’t wear them much. I liked them; they were such a pretty red, my favorite color, still shiny and not too scuffed up. Retrieving them from the closet I would be extra careful to try not to get them too dirty. I decided to put plastic bread bags on each foot before putting on my red rubber boots. This way I was sure I wouldn’t get my socks dirty.
Off I tromped to take advantage of the short lived mud puddle. Entering on the edge and slowly stepping one foot in front of the other. My goal was simple - reach the center of the puddle and see how deep it was. There was no other goal in mind, just to see how deep it was in the middle.
Inching ever so close to the center, only a few more steps and my goal would be met. But each step got more difficult as the mud was like a suction cup with my red rubber boots. Forcing my legs to have to work extra hard, the muscles were being flexed hard to pull my leg up each time to take one more step.
Success! I arrived in the center. It was hard to stay stable in the thick murky muck. The depth was up to the tops of my red rubber boots, now looking more like a perfect shade of ashy brown. With my goal met, retreating back to the edge would be easy, oh so I thought.
But, the mud felt like quick drying cement and it didn’t allow me to lift my foot up to make the first exit step. I stood in the center of the mud puddle thinking, ‘how will I get out of this escapade without being caught’?
The red rubber boots, now brown in color, would have to stay put and I would use my back up plastic bread bag boots to make it to the edge. The bread bags were a little on the thin side and the plastic had a hard time trudging through the thick murk that felt like clay. Within a few feeble steps the plastic bread bag boots would also succumb to the thick brown mud. I would reach dry ground in my now brown socks.
No way to hide from this mess. A noticeable trail of muddy foot marks, soiled socks, dirty pants along with left behind bread bags and my red rubber boots stranded in the middle of the mud puddle. But, my goal was met!
My favorite red rubber boots remained in the center of the mud puddle for a few days until the hot sun warmed the puddle back to its normal state. They were easy to retrieve by walking to the center on the visible dry cracked dirt.
Those red rubber boots were never quite the same, more like my dull brown boots. The morale of the story – sitting idle will never bring adventure and I usually always had a trail of a mess following me.