This Week’s Writing Prompt

On June 29, we observed International Mud Day, a day to celebrate mud and the fun of getting messy.  What better time of year to commemorate mud’s glory than in summer. Summertime reminds me of mud and long, steamy days playing outside with friends as a child. Life was pretty simple then, as evidenced by our preferred choice of entertainment: dirt and water.

Some days we sank our toes into the cool squishiness of the mud. Other days our creativity took flight when we constructed an entire town of little mud buildings and roads traced in the dirt, populated by several toy cars. A storyline that usually resembled a poorly written soap opera developed as we crafted the sticky blobs into houses.


What about you?

  • What do you remember about mud as a child?
  • Did you like to play in the mud or were you someone who wanted to stay clean?
  • If you liked mud, what did you do with the mud, e.g., make mud pies, mud soup, wrestle in the mud, play in mud puddles, make mud castles or houses?
  • Write about your experience with mud.

Post your responses in the comments sections below.

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Ah yes mud! Now we have a subject on which I am knowledgeable! I was chef in the “House of Mud” as I called it. I had myself a little hideaway under the back porch. That was where I would test new recipes on my grill, which was fired by the slit in the steps. They were at a perfect angle to let a steady stream of sunlight in, where I made the most divine pancakes and decorated cakes! I so enjoyed this little hide away. In order to make pancakes and cakes, etc., you need water and my father… Read more »

Norma Beasley

What fun it was to take a flying leap, landing bare foot in a mud puddle with a resounding splash. The soft putty muck stuck between my toes, splattered up my legs and soiled my rolled up denims. In one corner of the puddle was a greasy rainbow. Immersing both hands in the brown watery goo to make mudpies was cool. There is something wonderful and liberating about mud. Getting dirty…not having to care.


Isn’t that the truth, Norma! There is something wonderful and liberating about mud and getting dirty!!!!