How one small slip could have had much different consequences
When I was a young girl, I loved visits to my grandparents’ lake house in Oklahoma. My grandfather used to take us out on the boat, where my older cousins got to sunbathe on the front deck of the boat — only the big girls, of which I was never one, were allowed — while I got to help my grandfather drive. Meanwhile, my younger brother — who, of course, was even smaller than I was — was under the watchful eye of my grandmother, who regaled him with tales about how she and my grandfather met and began dating. (I think I got the better end of that deal.)
We also used to hang around on the dock by the boat slip and watch all the different fish go by. Eventually, my grandfather invested in some fishing rods and would occasionally let us try our hand at it.
One day, I was fishing on the dock when I leaned back just a little too far in my chair and caused it — and me — to topple over. Thankfully, I got caught between the buoy and the boat, instead of plunging into the lake. The chair, however, was not so lucky, and it sank to the bottom. (The water was clear enough, so we could literally see it sitting on the base of the lake.)
More important, however, was that the fishing rod ended up landing safely on the dock, because, as my mom joked, my grandfather might not have allowed me back into the house if it, too, had slipped into the water. I’m sure there is many a true fisherman who would have wholeheartedly agreed with that decision.
What is your favorite lakeside memory?
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