31 May 2023

The Experience I Cannot Explain

I'm interested in riddles: magic, impossible objects, puzzles and science. I mean, I like to think of riddles. In that sense, I love science. Science gives me a reason why it moves like that, why it causes that, and so on. It's the same as knowing magic tricks, giving me an Aha moment. This is the most fun part.

When I was small, I loved visiting museums of natural science. To me, they were a place full of wonder. My most significant purpose was looking at dinosaurs' skeleton models. Those giant skeletons led me into the mysterious world long, long ago. When my cousins were interested in Gozila, I thought it wasn't attractive because it was a man-made dinosaur.

Therefore, I was a girl who didn't believe ghost stories that other children and adults insisted they saw. I remember my mother told me that she had seen several glowing faintly round things shimmering over the graves. I had heard that those glow things were a kind of phosphorescence. I trusted the scientist's explanation, so I didn't believe they were ghosts.

However, the kid was the kid. Even if I had read many children's science books and acted as if I knew everything, I was stupid and lacked courage and was a timid kid. I couldn't answer why I couldn't go to a cemetery at night, even though I didn't believe in the existence of ghosts. 

Since then, the Olympic games have been held many times (I wouldn't say how many times.), and the world has changed in good and bad ways. Me? I haven't changed at all. I'm still curious, love to solve riddles and mysteries, and my favourite place to go is still science museums, and say hello to T-REXs. I don't believe in ghosts, but I still cannot go to cemeteries or dilapidated houses at night. That's why I love mystery stories, puzzles, and magic that don't make me imagine terror.
 
As for me, more than two years ago, in summer, the perfect event happened. I was on the front yard lawn, pulling weeds with a weed puller.

 
I found where weeds grow in clumps, and I crouched down, and I stuck the tool into the ground. Then, as soon as I stabbed it, suddenly water spurted out from the ground, and my face got wet. The water seemed at least 30 cm (11 in) high or more. It all happened so quickly, then stopped immediately. It seemed like water spurting out vertically and thinly like a water gun.


I talked about that to my friends. Some of them thought I had struck a water pipe, but there was no water pipe underneath; it was just a lawn. Even if it was a pipe, I couldn't make a hole with a weed puller. Then, what was it? There is a unique frog, "Litoria platycephala". The popular name is the water-holding frog. 


It seemed like an answer, but later on, I realized that the habitat area wasn't around here. I was back to square one.

It wasn't a pipe and frog. If so, what else can I think of?
I didn't drink alcohol at the time. It wasn't my slip of memory, I clearly remember I got wet. I remember the feeling that water hit my face. I rushed into the bathroom while avoiding water in my eyes and washed my face because I couldn't tell what kind of water it was. Believe it or not, it really happened.

Ghost or alien stories make people feel strange, mysterious and dramatic. Those events happen at night, so they sound more mysterious. Mine happened at a time when the sun was shining brightly. 

"WATER SUDDENLY SPROUTED OUT FROM THE GROUND"
There's nothing mysterious and dramatic. I wonder if I were an editor of a weekly magazine, would I be able to write in a more interesting way?
Anyway, I tweeted about this experience on Twitter, but I haven't got any response. The story doesn't have any element to attract others' interests. Though, I cannot forget what I experienced. It was quite odd and strange.

I'm wondering, are there scientists who have encountered something that they cannot explain logically or scientifically? If so, how do they accept it? 
 
Has anyone had an experience getting wet with sudden water that spouted out of the ground? 
If you know the reason, would you explain it to me?

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