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I've had only 1 of scariest things in my life to where I was truly and unequivocally so scared that I feared THE absolute worst. I'm not even sure that I am truly over this traumatic event! I'm 43 now and I've never even shared it with my Mom or my wife. In fact, this will be the first time I've ever really said much about it. Once I divulge what this traumatic event is, please remember, it may not seem as traumatic for yourself but for me personally it was VERY fucking scary for me!
I was about 8, my Mom & Dad and of course myself were living in a rented house in a town/area called The Meadowlands in the very north central part of Minnesota. It was a piece of shit rickety 2 bedroom house sitting on 5 acres of land with a big red barn sitting adjacent to the house. The driveway to the POS was about a 1/4 mile from a single car (or tractor) street that wasn't paved and it's only identifier was a rural route number. We were about 6 miles from the next neighbor. Hell, even the mailbox was set with 6 other boxes about 2 miles up the road. Trees sparsely surround our house especially to the north . Most of the immediate surrounding area was obviously farm land spotted up with various shallow to medium sized lakes. It was super quiet, couldn't here anything but the wind blowing through the trees. Yes...this is the perfect setting for a horror movie to take place, right?!
We had a creek that ran through just down a small hill about 500 feet north from the house. It sat nestled in between a line of birch trees that made its way through with the same fierceness of a rolling river. It rolled so much it created white caps and undulations that would give be sure to give any river rafter a huge boner! I would go fishing down there at the drop off to the creek which was the bank on the side of the creek that just ended and dropped about 7'-8' before the topside of the water. I would say it was about 25'-30' across from bank to bank.
This one fine sunny day, I went down to the edge alone and I started it out by throwing my line to fish, for most likely catfish, out to the rushing water. I've stepped pretty close on to the edge of the muddy bank. My casting line gets pulled by the current onto the gigantic tree that I am standing next to. I look down to the exposed roots of the tree and see that my lure has been tangled up in the middle of the mess of roots and mud. I decide in my inexperience that I need to get my lure. That's right, instead of just cutting the line and save face. I slowly start to bend my way down the wet sludgy side of the embankment. I immediately slip in the thick mud, hit my tailbone and flicked the back of my head against the ground. Im still falling and I am literally grabbing for anything I can. I was so dizzy and couldn't think straight. I don't know if that was because I hit my head or I was super scared. I have now slipped all the way down into the creek. I did manage to grab a hold of some of those roots but they kept breaking under the weight of me and the current of the creek pushing me. The creek rushed me down the side of the embankment as my body and limbs kept hitting rocks and old broken tree limbs. I remember bobbing up and down in & out of the water nearly inhaling the muddy water. Finally, I got a hold of a good set of exposed roots. I was so weak from flailing about and getting punished by the push of the creek. However, I needed to get out. I was screaming but can't imagine anyone really could have heard me. Again, the roots are failing me. They are all breaking as I'm about 1/2 way up, I slid almost fell really, back into the creek again. I can feel myself start to cry. I'm now feeling my life is about to come away from me. Still, I keep grabbing and pulling. The creek takes me again! This time taking me for a much longer tumble down the side until finally slamming me into a down tree that was about 4' in diameter. It was there that I was able to grab hold of this tree enough to climb the side of it. I reached for better grabbing areas and for something strong enough to pull me up and over to the top of the embankment.
I made it, I just laid there. Catching all that was left of my breath and blowing out muddy water from my nose. Once I got over what I now know was complete and utter shock, I got up, gathered my fishing shit and ran back up to the house. I then realized once getting to the house, my Mom & Dad weren't even home. They left me! They were home when I went to the creek. But they were not now...I really needed someone. I remember crying as I've never cried before (I was only 8, sooooo), I was so alone and I felt like I literally almost died. It was our first summer there so I had no friends. Not that any would be close by anyway.
This was and has been the scariest moment of my life that I can remember. I suppose my really bad car accident was another super scary event. But none scarier to me than this. The car accident...that's whole other story...
Hope this reads ok and please appreciate that I have not EVER shared this with anything or anyone.
Love 💖💖💖 to you all and have an amazing day!
