Lifestyles of the Wet and Famous

This reflects on a time that i almost died. Enjoy lol.

When thinking of a twelve year old boy one may think of “innocence”, “laughter,” and above all else “playfulness.” I was all those things, and I think another word that would come to mind was naive. Blamelessness must have seemed like bliss back then. I could run freely and play forever in the yard. I had a ton of friends and we did a bushel of things together. Some things we did for fun was: going to the park, playing video games, and going swimming. Swimming is a nice way to have fun and exercise, but it can also be a death trap.

The day started like any other festive summer day. I woke up from my bed about eight o’clock a.m. and I put on my clothes. Mom had just washed my clothes, so they smelled of fabric softener. “Yuck,” I thought as I put on my swimming trunks and my t-shirt. After leaving my sleeping quarters, I ran out into the living room and the morning sun blasted my eyes. I liked to keep my room dark most of the time; it is easier to sleep that way. The morning sun woke me up with a sharp blast of radiation. There is nothing to start your day off best than a nice ray from the sun in your eyes.

After telling my Mom good morning and demanding that I have some breakfast, I scurried back into my quarters to enjoy my daily eight hours of video games. Soon into the third level of one of the great Mario sagas, Mom arrived with my food. She was always good about fixing me breakfast, which was usually brunch for me most of the time. I remember vividly what I had. Two eggs scrambled together with cheese. With that I had two pieces of toast with sugar covering it like a frosty winter morning’s dew. It soon melted and mixed with the butter to make sweet syrup of extreme eatable goodness. To top the wonderful meal off right, I had a nice big glass of cherry Kool-Aid. You can be sure that I inhaled it in no time flat.

After the stimulating meal and a few more stages into the wonderful world of make believe, I heard an all too common knock at the door. It was my old friend Steve. Making haste he ran into my bedroom to check what he already knew I was doing. (I was destroying a level on a Mario game.)

“Aeh, wanna go to the lake with me and Mom? It will be a blast and we can play all day long. Just as long as your ‘rents don’t mind,” he said. “Momma, Momma,” I cried as I ran out into the living room with Steve at my heels. “Can I go with Steve and his Mom to the lake? I haven’t swimmed in quite some time, can I pluuuueseas?” I pleaded with her. Before she could give the permission, I ran up to her, gave her a big wet kiss, told her my goodbyes, and out the door we went.

After flying across the field at the speed of sound (or at least that is what we thought it was) we reached his house. I opened the door to the blue Jeep and let the garbage fall out. (His Mom’s Jeep was usually always full of junk.) I jumped in and Steve was quick in foot to follow. Soon his Mom came out and loaded the rest of the floatation devices and towels into the car, and we were off. Soon before arriving to the lake, Steve thought it would be a good idea to ask me a question. His question was, “Do ya know how to swim?”

What kind of question is that? Sure I knew how to swim. I mean I have swum before. I used to always go swimming in a pool, so what is the difference? Well I was soon to find out that there was a difference. This big of a difference was one that I would remember for a long time. I would possibly even eventually write a paper about it.

Pulling up to the lake had some surprise for me. This lake wasn’t quite a lake at all. It was more like a giant hole with a rocky cliff around it. Being very uncomfortable about this new “lake,” I carefully crept to the edge and looked down into the water. This water was crystal clear. I could see all the way to the bottom. I picked up a rock and dropped it down into the water. When I did it just keep falling and falling and falling until eventually I saw it disappear. This was some deep water that I really wasn’t interested in getting into.

There were only a few people around the side and maybe one or two swimming. I felt as if I should sit back and wait until maybe Steve got in to see how it was. I turned around to take my shirt off and laid it on the ground by his Mom’s things. Just when I did, I a cold splash of water covered my back completely. I turn around and I saw Steve swimming around in there like he owned the place.

“Come on in Rick, the water, It is nice an’ fine in here,” he yelled. “Maybe I’ll just sit over here and warm up to it for a minute,” I replied. With that I walked over to what seemed to be a harmless rock that was partly covered with moss. I softly placed my foot down on the rock to ensure it was safe, and then I stepped down with my other foot. “Hey this is not so bad,” I thought. I then went to sit down and that’s when it hit me.

So there I was, bent half way over on a moss covered rock. The second I bent over, my knees grew weak, the moss lost its gripping, and off into the water I went. “SPLASH,” as a ripple of water rushed through the “lake” and a wave of H2O exploded out on a group of tanning women. It was as if someone had taken a large bucket of water and threw it on the damsels, turning them from sexy, half nude, vixens to drowned rats.

After a moment I felt that I was ok, laughing at the girls made it all the more fun. That being until I slipped again. This time I lost my footing on another rock that was deeper in the “lake.” I floppy back into the water. This wasn’t good. I felt I could swim, but all I was doing was making a ruckus and splashing around. After flopping around in the water gasping for air, I was finally able to scream out a cry for help. Nobody came. I looked down and saw my grim fate. I was growing tired and it was as if I was sinking. I took my last breath and sunk on down accepting my fate. “CURSE YOU CHEESE, why did you have to be so good n make me fat,” I thought as I floated down to what appeared to be a vacuum of endless void. My vision became cloudy and I passed out.

I was soon awakened by a large burly fellow. He was quite strong and hairy. He looked like a stoner from the 1970’s. He was doing chest compressions on me as I woke up. I sat up and I remember telling myself, “Dear God, please do not let that be God!” After I realized that I was still a member on this earth, I looked around and saw a bunch of people standing around and looking at me. I wondered what exactly had happened. For all I know, I could have died and been reincarnated as some ugly fat kid from another world. God bless the mind of an twelve year old.

Before I could thank the guy who just saved my life, he was gone. Nobody saw him, and nobody to this day will admit to seeing him. I feel that this was my guardian angel. If he wasn’t there to save me, then I would not be here today. P.E. Morris once wrote “You are 87% water; the other 13% keeps you from drowning.” I guess part of that 13% was the guy who saved me.

Author's Note

Written about 3-4 years ago. I'm always open for ideas and ways to improve.

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