The good thing about imagining something is that you can come back to reality at anytime. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny
Wow … could you be dropped off like in an Amazon jungle … naked? Can you even imagine? I would be very afraid.
I find it hard to imagine so, as I write about trying to ‘feel’ what it could even possibly be like … I will imagine at the same time. I haven’t walked in these shoes … they are some shoes I hope never to walk.
One of our favorite shows on Discovery Channel is … Naked and Afraid. The challenges they face are almost impossible to the average person. How many people could survive staying out in the jungle with all the dangers … naked, afraid for 21 days?
We are told nothing is impossible … I have to disagree. Some things are impossible … for me. I would have a fighting chance if I could keep my clothes, boots … I’d probably learn to wear a hat of sorts.
Is your imagination going yet? I heard something … behind the rock over there! It’s growling … I hear the undergrowth moving, rustling as whatever it is … comes toward me!
I begin praying as I looked quickly around me for a place of safety! The tree … can I make it … I look back quickly to see the bush nearest me move violently! It’s too late! I run like hell, hoping I can climb the tree … I hadn’t climbed a tree since being a child.
The skin on my knees began to tear as I shimmied up the tree. I could feel the wet, cold blood … sticky! I kept climbing … getting to a huge limb I could sit on. I hear the awful growling the whole time!
What is it, what is it? I turn to sit down on the big limb, almost topple to the ground at what I see! I close my eyes for a moment … steady myself.
A huge crocodile is looking up at me! It had to be about 15 feet long! Will it stay there forever to wait for me to come down … wait to eat me up?
I sat there in shock …. thirty minutes went by … an hour. The crocodile never moved … it wanted me. I listened to the water moving nearby … I wished it would go back home.
My ass was hurting … meaning the shock was wearing off. The bark was digging into my naked skin. Thankfully … the limb I sat on was wide … and not only that, I could nestle into where it joined the tree … I did just that.
I was going to sit here … forever. I heard a sound below me. I peeped down at the crocodile. It’s head was turned toward the water! I heard a soft growl as it began slowly turning toward the water. Is it going to leave?
I looked toward the water where its attention seemed drawn. A delicate deer-like creature stood in the sunshine, head down to the water. The crocodile was slowly inching its way toward it.
I fought the urge to shout, scare it away … I just wanted the crocodile to leave so, I could escape.
I waited until the crocodile got closer to the deer … I yelled as loud as I could. I couldn’t sit there, watch the crocodile attack it. I just couldn’t. My yell startled the deer … it quickly ran off into the brush. The crocodile kept going until it reached the water … slipped right into it. I was safe! The deer was safe!
Now … to get down from this tree! How in the world could I climb down. The shock was gone … so, no matter what I did now, everything would hurt my naked body. My legs were sticky-red with blood. The bark cut, shredded my shins all the way up to my knees. By this time, I was feeling the flies biting me.
How in the heck did I get up in this tree! I just didn’t think I could go back down it.
I heard the leaves rustling above me … wonder what that is? I looked up, two feet away was a … giant-ass snake flicking its tongue out at me!
Help me! Help me! I began to scream … the next thing I know is… I am on the ground standing on both feet. I came down that tree before even I knew it!
I now … know what would motivate me to survive … fear. Thankfully … I had the burlap bag around my neck … I had some fruit I’d found earlier, in it. I stood there, enjoying the fruit … something began licking my hand! Oh my God! What is it?
I was ready to take off running when I looked down … came back to reality. My dog was licking my hand. I had just been in the grips of my imagination … to see how it felt to walk in the shoes of people who are naked and afraid.
How about you? Did you go along with me on my trip … imagine your own story? Did you imagine you were … naked and afraid?
What one tool would you select to take with you? I guess I would take the machete. I’d like to take the chemical to purify water.
Note by this Author:
I like survival shows … I get lost in thinking I’m right there along with them on their journeys in strange terrain … filled with dangerous creatures, water that can make one sick.
I shiver with them as they sit in the cold with rain pouring down on them. I wish they had made a shelter. I am right there … along for the ride.
Photo/story owned, written by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.