That was one of my favorite childhood memories... exploring the long, winding, underground storm-drains throughout the neighborhood. The muck, the slithering critters, and the whole creepy atmosphere. It emptied into a nearby bayou, black water and all. Never dared tell my parents of these exploits. Took several friends with me on different occasions, and I hope they look back on those memories with the same fondness.
I think I fancied myself as an intrepid explorer, teethed on the safaris I’d see in old “Jungle Jim” movies, which were still commonly aired on tv in the ‘afternoon movie’ slot back then.
It was creepy. The light islands at the drain inlets, spider webs, frogs. No water in some places, knee deep in others, some of the drains were timber, Some of it was concrete, horror movie stuff. What a gas!