I got lost yesterday.
After the funeral the entire family gathered at my grans house, close to the sea. Seven of my cousins, my friend and me, decided to go for a little walk We were all still in our best suits for the funeral, some us wore high heels, but common sense does not rule in my family, and so we walked into this nature wilderness.
It has been raining here in Holland for the past days, and so there were deep pools of water and because of that, we got sidetracked from the path, and got stranded somewhere in an area that was close to a swamp. Oh lord, just thinking back on it makes me tired again. All we had to go by was one landmark, far in the distance, that we recognized.
My 17 year old cousin jumped across a pool and slipped. Nothing serious so we all laughed our asses off. And about 30 minutes later it was payback because I stepped on a seemingly solid blade of grass. Which turned out to be anything but solid. I sank into the mud with my left leg, well above my knee. My friend [yes, I made him pay dearly that night, hehe], practically rolled on the ground laughing, and so my cousin had to pull me out of it. We must have spend nearly three hours, while we climbed over fences, barbed wire, mud pools etc. cross the fields until we finally reached the landmark we had recognized.
When we came back, the only one that was not covered in mud and soaking wet was my five year old cousin. We all had carried him in shifts cause we did not want the wrath of his mom on our shoulders. Honestly, we came into the living room, and were greeted by a roar of laughter. I dont know what was worse, being soaking wet, or seeing my mum with tears streaming across her face from laughter at the sight of me..