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Hold on Little Brother!
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I am reminded of another brother.  Yeah, we lived an exciting life.
 
Anyway, I've already mentioned our house was very close to the river.  We kids considered the river and beaches ours.  It was our backyard.
 
There was a small walking weir across the water. It was a dam.  We swam on the calm side.  The other side of the weir was dangerous.  The water was swift and deep.  We knew we could never swim on that side.
 
One of my brothers, the youngest, who was very small at the time, about five, I guess, decided to see if I was paying attention to him.  I was down on the sand, reading a book...
I thought he was playing somewhere.
 
Well, he yelled something at me to get my attention.
 
"Hey!  Look at me!"  He was standing out on that weir all  by himself! I looked up and saw him.  I was so scared!
 
I screamed at him, "Don't jump!"
 
But he did.  He said he didn't jump on purpose.  He said I scared him when I hollered at him.  It was my fault!
 
You know which side he went off  of  don't you?  Not the calm side.  It must run in the blood.  genes.  whatever.
 
He looked like a soaked cat!  Hair was in his eyes.  He was crying.  I was crying.
 
But you know what?  He still had the cookie in his hand that he was eating when he walked out on that weir!   It was running out between his fingers, but he was holding on to it.  Tight!  He said he knew he had to hold on to something, or he would drown!
 
I don't remember if he could swim at that time or not.
 
He could Dog-Paddle REAL good though!

I Said Hold on!!!
 
Another time, we were back at the river. Swimming and having a picnic.
 
Daddy told us there were whirlpools at this place, and showed us how to identify them.  We were very careful to stay away from the swirling waters.  Really, we were!
 
Except for the middle brother.  He was wading out, just meandering  along like little boys will. A soda pop to sip on when his mouth became dry.
 
I don't know what flavor it was, but I bet if I ask him, he could tell me.
 
Well, you know what happened! 
 
Got a little too close to the swirls!
 
This was a learning experience, and we all liked to learn.  We took every opportunity life threw our way.
 
My Dad saw him go down.  We all saw him come up.  Daddy went out to retrieve him and his soda pop, which he was hanging onto like a life rope!
 
The bottle was now full!!

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Normal everyday doin's of country folk who didn't miss the 'stuff' they never knew, and the kids who wondered how city kids ever had fun.