Trapped In, and Rescued From, Quicksand in Utah

When I lived in Massachusetts we lived next to a golf course. This was in 1960. Our backyard abutted the wooded and wet land that had a winding stream on it. It meandered back and forth in a tight configuration. A small barbed wire fence split the 2 properties but there was a good 3 foot opening under the wire that my brother and I easily ducked under. We were walking around in the stream and the sandy soil. Wild ferns, tiny pine cones, green little fish and turtle eggs looking like golf balls lay partially hidden on the banks of the stream. And quicksand, which my brother sank into. A large uprooted tree lay nearby. I watched him sink into the quicksand and my childish brain hoped he would sink lower and lower until only a dead hand raised in supplication to the sky with no one to save him would remain. No such luck. He yelled for me to go get help. I just watched and waited. After all, this was my tormentor, the one who enjoyed punching me. Maybe karma would come calling today? Nope. He grabbed a tree root and very slowly pulled himself out of the quicksand. bah