The Day I Got
Dunked
When I was just a
little kid,
maybe three
or four years old,
we were spending time
at the creek
even though it was
pretty cold.
The bigger kids were
fishing,
but I was just having
fun.
All those sloping creek
banks
were
a very good place to
run.
I'd stopped to watch
the fishing
and was standing on a
ledge.
It was really just a
flat rock
hanging out over the
water's edge.
I had stood on that
rock
before,
looking down at
the creek,
but this
time was once
too many, for
the
ledge had somehow
become weak.
So there I was enjoying
myself,
probably jumping all
around,
when the ledge gave way
and that
big
rock and I both went
tumbling down!
You could have heard me
screech for
a
mile when that rock
began to sink,
and I was up to my
neck in very
cold
water before I could
even blink!
The others somehow
pulled me
out, and
my teeth began to
chatter,
so they needed to get
me to
the house
and
nothing else seemed to matter.
The creek is about a
quarter
mile
away, and all of
that uphill,
but
they knew they had
to get
me warm before I took a
chill.
Somehow my sister four
years older
than me was elected to
get me there.
I just knew I wanted
Mama and how
that came about, well,
I didn't really care!
We started out with me
still shaking
and
her carrying
me in her
arms.
I never thought about
getting her
wet...I just wanted to
get me warm!
I don't remember
getting to the
house
or even what happened
thereafter.
I now know this was
only one of the
many times I was
rescued by my sister!
Virginia
Archer
01-10
Various_Artists_-_How_Brightly_Beams.mp3