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.