Drowning


Interesting piece

At Home in New Hampshire

Broken PierThe incident with the dog I wrote about last was just one of many times I faced death head on as a child. In a way, as I look back on my life, I am sometimes astounded that I ever made it out alive. Yet, here I am. A friend once told me that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and I relate that to the fact that I am a very strong willed adult.

When I was a child we lived in a small red house on the backside of a pond. The pond was not very large and was owned by the city. On the opposite side of the pond was a park and public swimming pool. In the winter when the pond froze over people would go there to ice skate. A small shack housed a big stone fireplace and from the shack they would sell instant…

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