These two words may seem harmless to the inexperienced, but to me they represent pure terror. The word 'mud' did not always pierce my heart with fear; not until that fateful day, three others and I took a walk around my grandma's lake. That day 'The Mud' changed the lives of not only myself, but also of my mother, brother, close friend. "Lets take a walk," my mom suggested that fateful morning. "Yea, lets go …showed first 75 words of 1319 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1319 total…rope!" "Well I guess we won't be getting any help from her." "Okay Patty, we dug down to your thighs. Now you need to roll out," my mom instructed. "I can't! My tube top will fall off!" "Oh just shut up! Roll out! Who cares about your tube top?!" Slowly, Patty rolled out, while holding her tube top up. "I am free!" Patty exclaimed. "We are all free," I thought. Free from 'The Mud.'