I remember when I was younger, there was a ditch/canal across from where we lived and the water was so low, it went up to our ankles. Well, a bunch of us neighborhood kids would go into this ditch and “find treasures” (junk more like it) and we’d make our own little piles of what we collected. On one occasion, I was walking home from school and seen some of the kids already in the ditch. Instead of going home, I decided to join them. I was about to jump in but realized I had on my one good pair of shoes since I hadn’t gone home to change. Smart me, I figured I’d just take off my socks and shoes and roll up my pants. So, I get in this ditch and I feel mud and slimy water gushing between my toes and it feels so gross. We grabbed a couple of soda cans and started to collect pollywogs. These suckers moved pretty quick and they were slippery. We made our way down the ditch and didn’t really find anything else so we were ready to go home. We all climb out of the ditch and as I stepped down on my right foot, I felt this extremely sharp pain. I tried to take another step and then one of the kids shouted, “You’re bleeding!”. I’m what?! I look down, sure enough, blood is pouring out of my foot. I didn’t know what the heck was going on. One kid ran to my house and told my dad, so here comes my dad and he carried me all the way home leaving a bloody trail. My mom wrapped my foot but the bleeding didn’t stop and I was in a lot of pain. They decided to take me to the ER. They took an X-ray and found a foreign object in my foot. I’m thinking the worst, remember, I’m just a kid about nine years old. I thought maybe a pollywog made it’s way into my foot and they were going to have to cut it off. I was so scared. They took me to the operating room and gave me some of the good juice but I was in and out of consciousness. The doctor opened my foot where the gash was but had make an even bigger incision. I guess I must have pushed what ever it was deeper into my foot when I took those couple of steps. Then he says he got it and pulled out a chunk of glass. It was about a quarter of an inch thick and about the diameter of a dime. The doctor put the piece of glass in a little container, stitched me up and somewhere during the procedure, I was given a tetanus shot and then sent us on our way. I was so excited to show off and tell all the kids what happened. I even had to use crutches. I thought that was so cool. How dumb was I? Haha. Never again did I go in that ditch or any other ditch for that matter. Lesson totally learned.