England...where it all beganBy SludgePosted 1/2/14 1148 views
So my Dad was stationed in England. I was just starting in the second grade. I was just a small warmer wannabe, only I just didn't know it yet. I'm not sure about British television now, but at the time, with Monty Pythons Flying Circus, Benny Hill, and other sitcoms, and even the kids shows, there was a lot of cross dressing, and even more splashing events depicted into these shows. And I think the rainy climate had a lot to do with it also, because it seems there was always a mud puddle to jump into, or a stream to wade into with my shoes on. Now when I describe the feeling of getting a little muddy, or jumping into puddles, it just felt good, it just felt right. It wasn't a sexual kind of feeling, especially in the second grade, but just a good feeling. I don't know if all kids 'enjoy' the feeling of mud on their skin, but I sure did. I remember liking the feeling of the weight of mud on my skin or clothing. I never did anything so bold as to jump into a pile of mud and just roll around in it as a kid, as I knew what would happen when I got home. But upon occasion, I think I might have had a few small muddy accidents. I remember one of my first awareness of WAM. We had gone into London on the tube, and on the way home, there was an older man sitting across from me. He didn't pay any attention to me, but I watched him a lot. I guess he must have been in his 50's, was somewhat short and balding. He was wearing a suit and matching vest and looking normal in every way, except he must have had a waist size of about 55-60 inches. Looking back now, he reminds me a lot of the big man in the movie"the meaning of life." And for some reason, I imagined he had his trousers full of mud, filled to the point of exploding, just like in the Monty Python movie. And with that thought I was hooked. I imagined what it would feel like to have your pants full of mud, and what it might feel like to jump into a mud puddle that was more than an inch or two deep. Little did I know, given just a decade or two, or three, I would get to find out what it would to jump in, and even submerge into a 5 foot deep mud puddle.