Sunday, March 2, 2014

The Tunnel

I grew up in the best neighborhood in the world!  I loved it there!  I was never bored and always managed to find an adventure or two.  One of my favorite things to do was to play in the creek.  It wasn't a very big creek, but it was visited by many.  I remember venturing either upstream or down, looking for treasures, creatures or just all around fun!  I loved the little water spiders that kept me company on my many adventures.
My mom didn't really like that there was a tunnel at the end of the creek where teenagers hung out.  She didn't want me to go down there and knowing me and my quest for adventure, she has to make me feel like I COULDN"T go down there.  :)  She told me that there were holes in the tunnel and that if you fell into one, it was very deep and probably went straight to hell.  
I guess that I should probably tell you that my mom was raised in a boarding school by nuns.  The reference to hell sounds cruel, but it was a big part of my upbringing.  
I am sure that my mom meant to keep me safe, but this time, the danger of falling into a pit straight to hell wasn't going to work.  :)  My friend and I decided that we were going to see what this forbidden tunnel was all about.  It was a very exciting adventure!  We waded in the water, stepping on stones and listening to the calm trickling of the stream as we moved toward our destination.  
As we entered the tunnel, we noticed that there were many spray painted words and pictures.  We stood staring at the entrance in awe.  I lived in a suburb, so grafiti wasn't even a part of my vocabulary.  The tunnel was very ominous looking, dark and forbidden.  My friend and I eased in, walking slowly and checking under our feet for especially deep looking water.  Not far in, we saw a dark black hole of water...
The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I swear I thought I felt a breeze that hadn't been there before.  Our pace slowed a bit the further we got in.  Our steps were more careful.  When we were almost to the middle of the tunnel, we saw the scariest painting we had ever seen.  It was the head of the devil, staring at us, daring us to go further...  
My friend and I were NOT playing around with that!  We turned and ran all the way home!  We did finally make it to the other side of the tunnel eventually, but it took many many trips down that dark corridor before we finally had the nerve.  :)


  1. I was a childhood adventurer too! Our SOLC pieces are similar today. I have ran home many times thinking something was after me!!

  2. So fun to remember hair tingling moments!

  3. Wow, quite the reinforcement for your hellish warning from Mom! I can believe it took many more attempts. Ha ha!

  4. Well, Mom was right about the presence of the "devil" there - one artfully created for wanderers just like you! You described the adventure so vividly.

  5. I read your blog post Sarah Winchell and I loved it! I think we DO have a lot in common! I couldn't find a place to comment on your post (new to this), but I am hoping you will see this. :)

  6. What a great story! I could totally imagine sharing this with students during writers workshop. I teach 4th and 5th graders this year they are just as adventurous so they would love this!

  7. I can almost feel what it was like for you and your friend to see that picture of the devil! I, too, played in our creek all of the time...and we had a tunnel...but lived so far from anywhere...there was no graffiti in it...and it sounds smaller than your tunnel. I loved playing in there with my friends...and hunting for turtles and minnows in the creek. Oh what fun. Thanks for bringing back such fond memories. I hope to read more of your posts. Jackie

  8. In my advanced years, I still haven't tired of venturing through mysterious tunnels. Your story really captures my imagination!