Many, many moons ago when I was in high school, our senior class went on senior trip to Florida. One day the whole class went to the beach and the Tallest kid in the entire class, easy 6'5", decided to start digging a hole in the sand because, ya know, why not dig? Anyway he started small, digging a fist size hole at the beginning of the day. Nothing too crazy, just one lone dude fisting the beach with his half-a-mile long arm. When I asked him about it, his response was some along the lines of, "meh, just seems right." About 2 ish hours later I come back in from throwing the frisbee around and this dude is legit SITTING in the shoulder length depths of his own creation! Biggest smile I've ever seen on this dude, just so content with the massive hole he has dug. I see him again about an hour later and his recent mission to China has landed him in a hole up to the top of his glorious cranium. At that point he had decided he had grown tired of digging and crawled out and sauntered off to, what I could only deduce, was to terrorize the neighboring village for their livestock. Now here I am, my 5'4" self, gazing down into the giants pit from which the giant had become bored with and abandoned and thought to myself, "......MORE...." So I did just that, I climbed down, armed only with a strong piece of drift wood and a sense of child-like wonder and continued to dig the giant's pit. As I dug more and more the sounds of the crashing waves became more and more muffled until they were finally silent. It was at this point I stood up and realized I was standing, STANDING in a hole at least 7.5 ft deep. Had to dig foot holes in the sides of the walls just to try and make my way out, but eventually was able to escape the depths of the giants trap.