The story about the shaving gel used to open this article reminded me of this time when I was a kid.
It was when I lived in Chester and I got invited to go with a friend and his father to a house they owned out in the countryside for a day. It was a typical kid adventure: tramping through the woods where there was mud and cold and rain; there was a culvert underneath the road in front of the house that was big enough for us to walk through.
At one point, we were hanging out in the basement of the house and for whatever reason, I chose to pour turpentine down a drain or sink sitting there. I presumed that the drain was somehow hooked up to the outside and it would just go “away”. Of course, it wasn’t hooked up to anything, so at the bottom of the sink, this turpentine started seeping out as my friend’s dad came downstairs wondering what we were doing.
I was a never really a destructive kid (although now thinking about this, on that same trip, we put a bunch of grass in the road and watched as cars ran it over, then one of the cars stopped and we hid in the culvert until they went away), just a weird flashback of memory…