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I’m going to continue today to chat with you about a time that I was scared as a child. This moment is so vivid in my mind that I can recall it clearly to this day. Three words.
Crystal Caves Park
Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Dahlia, don’t be so foolish, doll! I mean, two out of the three words are so nice!
What could be bad about ‘crystal’ and ‘park’?”
I do see the logic in that, but separating those two lovely words is the word CAVES. Dark, underground caverns, which of course were on the verge of collapsing, trapping silly tourists inside in the dark.
As a wee child, about seven or so, the idea of visiting a cave seemed fun. It was well lighted, there were guides, restrooms and a gift shop. Great! I was game.
Everything was going well until they got us deep in the cave, chatting about rock formations and crystal and the like. Then, they announce they are going to turn off the lights, so we can see what it’s like to be in complete darkness.
Wait a g*dd*mn minute. I did NOT sign up for this. Whaaaaaa?
When those lights were turned off I literally could.not.see.my.hand.in.front.of.my.face.
Darkness. How dark?
I couldn’t tell if my eyes were open or closed. Holy crap.
Even as I recount it I get the shivers. The same things, the people, were there with the lights off as they were with the lights on right?
RIGHT???…was that a thump? In the dark?
This cave is pretty big, have they explored every single bit of it? There could be anything here.
Somebody better turn on these lights. Eff these stalactites and stalagmites, get me to the gift shop.