I never really played in sandboxes very often when I was a kid, but there was one time in particular when me and a couple of other unruly kids at the day care I used to stay at sat in the sand on the playground outside while an adult sprayed around us with a garden hose, so we gradually sank down into the sand after a while. And then I went back inside and watched Goosebumps with the 9 year olds (I was 5 at the time, so it was a kind of a big deal. No nap-time for me, mo' fo'!). Actually, now that I think about it, they may have been trying to bury me alive so that I wouldn't make poop jokes with the playdough anymore.