First Memory

First Memory

As I stared into the river my three year old mind wondered why I hadn’t walked on water before. You can can’t you? Why wouldn’t you be able to? So I walked off the deck and became puzzled as my Winnie the Pooh shirt clung to my face as I slowly began to question why I couldn’t breath and felt as if I was in a giant bath. Biblical like arms quickly grabbed me from the shinning roof of the river’s surface and I found myself face to face with a very worried grandfather. I like to say that the river swept something out of me that day and that I am just spending my time trying to figure out what swam away.

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