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Fishing - My Accident

To this day I can't explain why I am stillbank and could see that the flood waters had
alive. I should be dead. My mother and Ieaten away the bank a bit, weakening its
were visiting my grandmother and uncle,stability. I had been warned to be careful
during my summer vacation. I was about 10not to walk too close to the edge, since it
years old . They lived in a very rural area.could be unstable.What I recall next is a bit
The valley where they lived was quitelike a series of snapshots or flashes. I
narrow, running north to south. It mightsort of remember the bank below me suddenly
have taken 5 minutes to drive from one sidebreaking away. I sensed that falling
to the other and both sides of this valley,panicky feeling. There was a mad grab for
were heavily forested. The western mountainthe creek bank. I recall flashes of trying
side, very green and wet and the eastern sideto grab roots sticking out of the creek's
a bit drier.A creek snaked its way along thebank. All these flashes happening in a blink
length of the valley. It was fed by theof an eye. And then click. I was sleeping.
melting snow and ice from the nearby toweringI was dreaming. That warm fuzzy sleep
mountains. In spring time the creek became afeeling you get, when you are in the most
raging torrent of water, several times itscomfortable bed and are only half awake. I
summer time width. Very often it would floodwas suddenly surrounded by a pastel light
the bottom of the valley, where the fertilegreen haze. No more awareness of any thing
farm land was located. Grandmother's farmelse. Just floating, dreaming, and
was often flooded in spring time, if thecomfortable, in my own little green
weather suddenly became hot. This wouldnirvana.The next thing I remember was my
cause rapid snow melt, feeding the creek,mother pulling me up the bank by the arm. I
making it turn into a huge monstrous torrentwas all wet, cold and muddy. I have no real
of ever expanding water.By summer time thememory of what was going on in the real
creek settled down, to a fraction of itsworld, outside me, during my time in the
spring time size. There was a highway lanefishing pool.From what my mother told me, I
size, main current area, flanked by sideunderstand that she couldn't get to me. She
pools fed by streamlets. These side poolsdidn't know how to swim herself. All she
had been dug by the spring flood waters. Acould do was yell to me to kick or tread
lot of the river bank was undermined by thewater. She also told me to raise my arm so
same water power, that had dredged the sideshe could pull me up the creek bank. I don't
pools.It was a hot summer day. My mother andrecall any of that. It's all blank.I
I set out to go fishing at the creek. Weremember taking a nice hot bath later, to
trekked across a field, then through somewarm up. The water in the tub was just fine.
brush, to gain access to the creek. I wasAny thing deeper is not for me.That event
carrying a fishing rod and a can of worms, totaught me a healthy respect for warnings
be used as fishing bait. There was a roughabout river banks, which could cave in. I
trail at the edge of the creek, leadinghave since gone fishing in a boat, but never
towards where one of the fishing poolsby a creek again.
sparkled. We walked near the edge of the



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