We used to go mud sliding and I was just saying the other day that I want to go back this summer! My sister and I would rack up a bunch of friends and my mom would find someone with a pickup truck to drive us to the ''Chocolate River'', which is called that because it is just the color of chocolate milk and the mud is many feet deep! When the tide was low, we would just go wrestle, jump, slide, and fight in the mud, it's the most fun thing EVER! And we usualy drew a crowd of spectators in no time, but we just had a blast! I remember the priest stopping to watch us all playing in the mud and he turned and looked at my Mom and told her how great it was that she let us have such fun and just be kids, no matter how dirty we got. Anyways, obviously the pickup truck was needed to haul our dirty selves back to the house, then my Mom would give us spatulas to peel off all the mud, then she would spray us with the hose before going into the house and taking a real shower. I remember once when my friend put 2 big globs in both my ears and I had mud coming out of my ears for a few days afterwards, and even when I blew my nose! I wish I had pictures! I'll ask my Mom next time I see her!

Fun times!