I had been found in a mud puddle at 4:30 in the morning.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I got lost one time for a couple hours. It was pretty bad. I got lost in a creek, and I couldn't find my way back. The cops even had to come.
You've got to think lucky. If you fall into a mudhole, check your back pocket - you might have caught a fish.
I spent four days and four nights just covered in blood, falling in the water.
If you haven't found something strange during the day, it hasn't been much of a day.
I remember my mother finding mud somehow and putting it on the sting.
We usually never got out of there before four or five o'clock in the morning. Every morning. So it was rough.
I was at Woodstock. In the mud.
It was around 4 p.m. in the afternoon. I was just taking a nap. Luckily, my sister was home.
After having supplied myself with provisions from Mr. Travis's, I scratched a hole under a pile of fence rails in a field, where I concealed myself for six weeks, never leaving my hiding place but for a few minutes in the dead of night to get water, which was very near.
I remember myself, age five, sitting on a porch overlooking a very muddy road. The day was rainy. I was wearing rubber boots, yellow - no, not yellow, green - and for all I know, I'm still there.