As children, we often played cowboys and Indians and during one of these times, I decided to crawl through a storm culvert. As I climbed in, I could see the other end. My thoughts were that I would crawl through the storm culvert and continue on down the stream bed, sneaking up behind my unsuspecting siblings.
I put my arms out in front of me and began to snake my way through. This was a pretty tight fit, I thought. As I neared the middle I could not move. Panic arose almost instantly. I was stuck and stuck good. Claustrophobia seeped in almost as quickly. Continue reading Caught In The Culvert