The coat that made me float #14

There is this story I hear about from others now and again; from what I am told it was quite the episode. An episode of danger that I am somewhat unaware of. (I blocked most of it out, I guess.)

A black coat I wore it many times, somewhat of a security blanket. I was around four years old or so at the time of this event. A four year old wearing a black thick winter coat.

Most adults would relate to a child not listening to instruction. If you tell a child to do something or not do something they will likely attempt to do the opposite of said instruction. (Maybe it was just the way I was?)

This day was a cold winter day with snow coating lightly the concrete patio area to which I would eventually step upon. A powdered sugar substance coating the ground it would seem, the way it attracts kids like a magnet to play with. Included in the festivities is a pool. This pool being an in-ground decent sized pool in the wintertime, it was covered of course.

It was that time of winter where the ice was just forming thick enough to look like it could hold weight if challenged. I’m told to stay away from the pool whilst Mother played around with that thing that blows hot air for her hair. While wearing my thick black coat, I tip toed past this opportunity of adventure. Outside was among me and freedom rang true.

The pool was calling me to play around it, throwing sticks into the area of ice just forming. The autumn leaves were still floating about in the area of the pool cover towards the middle. Throwing my favorite stick of this event; I lose it trying to throw over the pool.

Attempting to run around the pool to grab this favorite throwing device of mine, I slip. Into the pool I go; thick black coat still on. Yelling very loudly, I gathered some attention.  Not only was this notable yell gathering attention from the inside of my house but the neighbors as well.

A neighbor lady by the name of Linda peeks over her fence; it was about five to six feet tall. She screams for me by name “Justin!” At this point I am rolling trying to get out of this puddle of leaves mud and ice. (OK, it was more than a puddle.) I have to remember I was four at this time.

Mother seemed unaware of the event occurring prior to the scream from Linda next door. The fence was hopped over in no time at all as if it was not there in the first place. I’m told Linda booked it towards the pool so fast that I was out of the pool before Mother could make it out of the house.

I’m told I was face down in the pool by the time she grasped me by the coat plucking me up. The coat was the most help to me in this instance since it was keeping me afloat. A thick black coat; it saved me from drowning with the help of Linda yanking me out of danger like a pop-tart from a toaster.

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4 comments

  1. Justin, let me just say that I love the way you wrote this! Even though this was a very scary situation, you added a touch of humor! The simile you included at the end (pop-tart) made me laugh even though it also horrified me. The way you described the snow and hair dryer were also tastefully done (Powdered sugar substance and thing that blows hot air). Overall, I really enjoyed reading this and I am glad you were wearing that black coat!

    Cheers,
    Tyler

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  2. Justin,
    Aw, that was such a cute but scary story. I loved reading it though, they way you wrote it, had me interested from the get go. I am so glad that you were saved and that the coat helped you be saved in the end.

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  3. ARGH. I had a hard time choosing, Justin, but I’m sticking with this one because it’s a more clearly concrete story than number 2. The style in both is similar, but this one is more tangible. Also, YAY, Linda!

    Next time — I have two suggestions (because one may not come up again in blogs): 1 — if you write again about something that happened to you when you were a child, try writing from that child’s perspective (and voice). I know you said you didn’t remember this, but generally when people write about childhood experiences, the pieces that bring the child’s perspective to life are more successful. 2 — This is really more of a challenge: what if you write a piece narrated by a character not at all like you? Your voice and style are so clearly you that I think that might be the only way we get a different feel to your posts.

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