I was small.

This is an amazing story and I especially enjoyed the emotional but uplifting ending.


At just 4 years old, my aunt nearly let me drown in a pool roughly the size of the Sahara desert.  I was surrounded by nothingness, no one, explosions, heat, and quicksand that took the unwieldy riveting shape of chlorined water.  I was sucked straight to the center of the earth and pulled out with only seconds to spare.

Years later, my aunt would defend herself– explaining that I was in a hot tub when my arm floaties popped from the heat, and that I barely went under for a moment.

It’s possible.

I tend to remember things from the perspective of the moment, though the clarity lessens as my memories age.

Still, filters and wrinkles aside, I can recount to you every little step of my life.

I learned how unusual my memory was only a few days after turning 17 years old.  I was cross-legged on the floor…

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About caroleparkes

My husband calls me a butterfly because I flit from one hobby to another. Apart from being a wife for 52 years, a mother of three sons, and a grandmother, I'm also an author, genealogist, amateur artist, a lover of most needlecrafts, and occasional poet. Of the above, my most enduring interest has been writing and I hope to be doing it well into old age.
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