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We Were Stranded
I don't know if Sebastian will ever read this. Possibly there's something a little morbid in writing this; as if I expected to die before I could tell him all this stuff. For the record, I am not anticipating an early demise. :D
But there are some kind of neat stories that I barely remember myself from when I was little, and for some reason I feel like writing them down for him.
(Note: he recently said "Sorry, I have to do my homework" to me. Why would a two-year-old say something like that?)
We Were Stranded
When I was quite young, maybe five or six years old at most, my family went boating one day. We took a lot of great day and weekend trips back then; someday soon I should make a list of all those places, so I can take Sebastian there. But this time, we rented a boat with a small outboard motor and went boating around Cape Cod, if memory serves me. This was sometime around 1968-1970, if you were wondering. If my parents read this, they may find any number of points that I've mis-remembered. But this isn't one of my fictional entries.
We had a picnic basket, I think, and pulled up on a small island to eat. It was a very small island, with a few sand dunes and trees, but certainly no people. We'd pulled the boat near the beach and put out the anchor, so the boat would stay put while we went over a dune or two and had lunch.
By the time we came back to the boat, we realized that we'd made a mistake: the tide had gone out, and the boat was stranded high and dry on the beach. And the damned thing was much too heavy for us to move to the water; my father tried to use the oars as rollers, but it just didn't work. So there we were, stranded on a deserted island, with evening coming on swiftly. It was actually a rather scary situation.
After a few hours, though, some people in a power boat came close enough to the island for my parents to hail them. They threw us a rope and towed our boat down the sand and back into the water. And we made it home safely, obviously.
So that's the story. Next time, maybe I'll tell about our near-death experience on the Cog Railway, or the time my father and I were swept out to sea by the tide. You know, soemtimes it's hard to believe that I actually lived that stuff. :D
But there are some kind of neat stories that I barely remember myself from when I was little, and for some reason I feel like writing them down for him.
(Note: he recently said "Sorry, I have to do my homework" to me. Why would a two-year-old say something like that?)
We Were Stranded
When I was quite young, maybe five or six years old at most, my family went boating one day. We took a lot of great day and weekend trips back then; someday soon I should make a list of all those places, so I can take Sebastian there. But this time, we rented a boat with a small outboard motor and went boating around Cape Cod, if memory serves me. This was sometime around 1968-1970, if you were wondering. If my parents read this, they may find any number of points that I've mis-remembered. But this isn't one of my fictional entries.
We had a picnic basket, I think, and pulled up on a small island to eat. It was a very small island, with a few sand dunes and trees, but certainly no people. We'd pulled the boat near the beach and put out the anchor, so the boat would stay put while we went over a dune or two and had lunch.
By the time we came back to the boat, we realized that we'd made a mistake: the tide had gone out, and the boat was stranded high and dry on the beach. And the damned thing was much too heavy for us to move to the water; my father tried to use the oars as rollers, but it just didn't work. So there we were, stranded on a deserted island, with evening coming on swiftly. It was actually a rather scary situation.
After a few hours, though, some people in a power boat came close enough to the island for my parents to hail them. They threw us a rope and towed our boat down the sand and back into the water. And we made it home safely, obviously.
So that's the story. Next time, maybe I'll tell about our near-death experience on the Cog Railway, or the time my father and I were swept out to sea by the tide. You know, soemtimes it's hard to believe that I actually lived that stuff. :D