The early years aren’t really memories, so much as what I remember being told. There was a family trip to Arlington, Texas. I think it included Six Flags as well.
Somewhere there exists a picture or a family movie of us at the motel out around the swimming pool. At some point, I apparently took an unapproved leap into the pool. Which was immediately followed by my mom. Clothes. Watch. Everything.
Rescued, obviously I survived. And my mom survived. I’m not sure about the watch.
I was just glad to know that I was worth saving.
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