In Russia, visiting a museum of tanks that were used during WWII, was a dream come true. Yeah, I had strange dreams as a kid and was always into weaponry—what most of the time got me into trouble.
Some of the tanks were in perfect condition, fully functional, so they were stored inside the building. The rest were outside, in the snow (the trip was during winter). I’ve been warned more than twice not to touch any of the tanks or get on top of them. “Ha! You didn’t say anything about getting into one,” I thought to myself. The logic behind this is...well, let’s not be too harsh, I was a kid after all.
Most of the tanks outside were too beaten up to even bother to try to get inside. In other cases, it was impossible since the museum made sure that the incidents—like the one I nearly got into—won’t occur.
Regardless, I somehow came across the tank that had an opening underneath—I don’t know if it was intentional. However, to get through that opening and inside the tank, I needed to dig out some snow and somehow maneuver myself inside. In the process, I ripped my jacket and nearly got stuck.
I really don’t know why I thought that inside the tank is interesting because it isn’t. There’s really nothing unusual—except maybe how narrow space inside is.
The funniest thing has happened after that. It was hard to get in, but it was much harder to get out. And that’s when I started panicking. I was stuck like Winnie the Pooh in Rabbit’s House. Thankfully, my friends knew that I was in one and told everything to the teacher. She then literally pulled me out.
And here I thought I won’t get into the tank (ever again!) as I found another one that I can get in. As you can assume, while the teacher paid me no attention, I got in once again. This time I didn’t get stuck, though. I sat there, ate candy in the dark, and decided that it was boring. After that, I lost interest in tanks.
So why on Earth am I talking about this? Did I just tell the story for the sake of telling the good story? Maybe. Or there’s a meaning behind it? Also maybe. I haven’t figured it out yet. Let me know if you do.
PS: curiosity can be dangerous!
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