As I was changing into the clingy plastic overalls I heard some scattering just outside the mouldy wooden door, I thought nothing of it and resumed my arduous battle with the sticky and smelly overalls. ‘I still don’t know why I have to get the ones with the hole next to my arse’ I muttered to myself fervently. The door startled me as it swung open with a crash ‘Are you ready yet?’, mum was obviously getting impatient, although I couldn’t blame her, who would want to spend much longer changing in this dank, festering room. And with that notion I zipped up the front of my baggy costume and we went to join the others.
My belly was churning astonishingly for what was to come. We walked silently along the road in single profile, the bushes pulling at our trousers and the wind howling down the road like a dog on fire. We got to the idyllic glade and through the luscious green trees with their wavy branches I could see the beginning of the hole. The clammy stone felt sharp under my delicate hands as I left the warm sweet breeze behind me.
The entrance of the dark and slimy cave was not what I had expected and instantly I had submerged my unprotected behind into an ice cold stream, the water stung as icy tendrils shot up into my spinal cord, molesting it as they went. I skidded downwards into the caves endless depths, flattening myself into the rock wall to do so. The others were just in front of me and had turned their dripping headlamps on to illuminate the pitch black walls, I scraped down behind them, then clambering to my feet (with the help of my friend) I opened my eyes like a new born baby to witness the awe inspiring caverns which I once mistook for gloom.
