VacationTribulation
[Memory Flash]
When I was about 3 years old my folks vacationed in Massacheu, Massachewc, on the US east coast. On any sunny morning my mother would take me to the sandy shore and set me down about 6 feet from the water's edge. Neither mom nor dad knew anything about 'tides'. She'd give me a plastic shovel and a pail. No sun screen, no umbrella. And then I wouldn't see another human being for about six hours.
After a while the tide would flow and I'd be up to my ears in salt water. Being bouyed up by the salt water I'd be standing up and walking along the sand. I'd look around for my parents to show them I could 'walk', but they'd be somewhere out of sight.
Soon, I'd be floating about a mile and a half offshore. After a few hours bobbing around, the shore breeze would pick up and I'd be back on shore, about 6 feet from the water's edge, when my mom came to get me. She never noticed all the fish bites or jellyfish stings because I was always so bright red from sunburn. She'd cart me back to the house and slather Noxema on me with a trowel. My body would then spend the next 10 months fighting off basal cell carcinoma, ultimately winning the battle.
This, I've never told anyone.
When I was about 3 years old my folks vacationed in Massacheu, Massachewc, on the US east coast. On any sunny morning my mother would take me to the sandy shore and set me down about 6 feet from the water's edge. Neither mom nor dad knew anything about 'tides'. She'd give me a plastic shovel and a pail. No sun screen, no umbrella. And then I wouldn't see another human being for about six hours.
After a while the tide would flow and I'd be up to my ears in salt water. Being bouyed up by the salt water I'd be standing up and walking along the sand. I'd look around for my parents to show them I could 'walk', but they'd be somewhere out of sight.
Soon, I'd be floating about a mile and a half offshore. After a few hours bobbing around, the shore breeze would pick up and I'd be back on shore, about 6 feet from the water's edge, when my mom came to get me. She never noticed all the fish bites or jellyfish stings because I was always so bright red from sunburn. She'd cart me back to the house and slather Noxema on me with a trowel. My body would then spend the next 10 months fighting off basal cell carcinoma, ultimately winning the battle.
This, I've never told anyone.