We have never really been the skating type of family, but a couple of years ago, my sisters and I found a small frozen body of water by our house. Huh, we thought, I've never seen this before...Oh, well, let's skate!
Well, it wasn't long before we were sliding down that body of water that was flowing down a hill, (or so it seemed) before it froze. We didn't really think to wonder about that, but we did wonder why the color was so bad, and why there were rock-like brown lumps frozen into it. No matter. We would just lick the ice until we melted all the way to a brown lump. We did, and that was no rock. It didn't taste like one. We shrugged, and continued to do belly slides, getting soaked all the way, with our tongues out on the ice, licking all the way. I was elected to go get Mom and see if she wanted to join the fun. And we just couldn't figure out why she was angry. You see, before the ground and "water" froze, our sewer pipe split and leaked down a hill, then froze.
Mom had our poor 7 year old souls wash every inch of our bodies, and the garments arraying them.
I wonder what those funny tasting brown rocks were?
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