I used to dream that I was some poor stupid animal, like a pterodactyl or something, that had come down to the pond for a drink and gotten stuck. There I was, flopping these great wings around and trying to escape, and just sinking in further. Quicksand was more my thing. I saw a Tarzan movie when I was little where some guy sank into quicksand, and after that I distrusted all sand, like in the playground at school. I racked my brains for some memory.
People do change a lot over time.
I inspected her face again. She was babbling on. We must have shaken that jar for an hour , and it never did make proper butter. More like mayonaisse or something, all white and soft. Yes, I'd forgotten that.