As time progressed, and I matured, so did my interest in girls and the "big mud puddle". It didn't take me long to connect quicksand and puberty in my adolescence.

As I got older, there was no doubt in my mind that I found quicksand, especially involving women, incredibly erotic, and that I was completely crazy.

My personal response to this state of affairs was to repress it, with varying degrees of success. During my teens and early twenties I alternately sought out and avoided quicksand in both the media and actual experience. The eventual outcome of this state of affairs was my interest became just one more of my personal quirks, one that left no doubt that I was truly the family nut. Life went on, and eventually my fetish took up a background place, my little secret, comfortably tucked away in the back of my mind.