I knew for a long time I was going to be a coal miner. I used to go underground with my Dad when I was young, because being a Mine Foreman, he had to
go on weekends to "Make the mines" which means going around, taking gas readings and generally making sure there were no problems. Yes, it was
illegal as hell, but..... *shrug*
Since Dad was a Mine Foreman, I was pretty much guaranteed a job, but they couldn't hire me till I was 18. The day I turned 18, I was a coal miner. I
started work that day. The company I worked for had a vacation time that was set. They just shut the whole place down and everyone went on vacation.
Last week of June, first week of July.
I was almost 20 at that point, had some money saved up and it was a paid vacation, so I decided "I''ve never seen the ocean, so I'm going to see
A 20 year old from Kentucky with some money in his pocket aimed for what was closest... Virginia Beach. Got in my old used truck and took off.
I get there and rent a hotel room. Nothing special, I just wanted a place that was clean and a place to sleep and take a shower. One day I was at the
beach and saw a beautiful young lady, so I , after getting my courage up, went to talk to her.
Her name was Janice.
We hit it off from the start. We would go to lunch, dinner, see a movie and just hang out together. She was not a gold digger. She sometimes insisted
on paying for meals or movies. After a few days, she started talking about how she wanted out of there. She wanted to go some place different, see
different things. At first, I kept my mouth shut. I mean I was young, but not completely stupid.
8 days in and I said "Come back with me . I have a good job, steady income and we get along great"
I got a stunned look. "Really ? "
I wasn't in love, but I'll admit, I was enamored.
She left that night , agreeing to be back at 8:00 AM so we could leave. Never saw her again.
I came home with some fond memories and sand in my boots.
Don't get me started on the stupid things I did and thought when I was young.
Then I see my kids and grandkids doing the same thing and they think I am rude and to old to understand the new generation. Not much has changed, at
that age sex and desire to be accepted is a constant challenge. The kids and grandkids have no clue as to the mistakes I made, they knew me as a
successful businessman who worked all the time. They do not want to hear my stories of how I screwed up because they believe I was always on top of
things. HaHa. maybe they need to talk to my old friends from back in the seventies and early eighties. It was the seventies for gods sake, being
young then was kind of fun unless they were super religious.
I talked to my uncles how it was when they were kids, things were not that different than when I was a kid or when my kids were kids.
Just because I had a high IQ does not mean I did not do a lot of dumb things.
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Brave man, when i was a kid i used to have recurring nightmares of being crushed in a mine.
Man, does that bring back a bad memory...
I used to go spelunking with friends when I was going to boarding school in TN (Suwanee Academy)...
One weekend we found this amazing cave, almost by accident... but the entrance to it... whoah, gives me the willies still, just thinking about it. I'm
not usually scared of things like this, but... anyway...
The entrance was not like your usual cave entrance. The entrance was at the bottom of a huge chunk of granite about 80 feet tall. It was about 1-1.5ft
high, and about 25ft wide. You had to crawl on your belly for about 5 feet, to get to the actual cave inside. We explored this cave maybe 4 or 5
times, but on the last one I went on, I got stuck over halfway in. Panic started setting in. It was... terrifying is the only word I can come up with.
It felt like hours before I was able to calm myself down enough to start using my head, exhaling as much as possible, and wiggling until I could get
free and finally make it into the cave. We explored for a few hours like usual, all the while I was dreading having to do that again to get out. I got
out without getting stuck again, but again - it was just terrifying. Needless to say, I never explored that cave again.
Then, the other cave we used to explore had a hug hole for an entrance underneath the roots of a huge tree that had fallen over (in a storm I guess).
We explored that one maybe 5 or 10 times (don't remember, it was a long time ago), until one day we went there, and the entrance was caved in. We all
just sat down and got wasted, contemplating the fact we could have been inside when it caved in.
Anxiety attack incoming. I’d rather have my body covered in tarantulas than go there.
Yeah, it was bad, but I see I mistyped how far we had to crawl on our bellies...
It was more like 15 or more feet... definitely 2.5-4 times as long as how tall I was...
But... I'm not sure I agree... spiders is my one other real, super unnatural panic type fear. Arachnophobia is one of my favorite horror movies for
that reason, even though its not really that good of a movie in general.
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