A couple years ago I went to a 2-day camp with my church that was at some guy's house out in the country. It was a decently sized property and they had a weird lake/retention pond in the back of it. They had drained this pond to put in a small pier and it left what looked like a dry lake bottom. Well me and my friends were tossing a football and it ended up in the lake. Without really thinking it through I started making my way over to save the ball. Near the edge of the pond the ground was just dirt but slowly as I got closer to the ball I realized it was getting harder to walk. I stopped moving and looked down and realized the dirt had become mud and I was sinking. I tried to pick my feet up more but I couldn't. I called out to my friend for help and they ran and grabbed the owner of the property. At that point I was up to my knees in mud and really couldn't move. He put on galoshes and grabbed a rope and through the combination of him, my friend, and another adult pulled me free from the quicksand. I was covered in mud and they had to hose me down with a garden hose, but I am really thankful that was the only thing that happened as I might have suffocated if I had been alone and stuck.