My youngest girls are constantly asking me to tell them stories about my life before them. So, I think from time to time that I'll write them here so they can read them later.
One of their very favorites is this. It probably happened the summer of 1978.
When I was a boy we lived in Colorado, near the Colorado River. Uncle Eric, Uncle Dean, Uncle Paul and I did not have many rules, but there was ONE rule we HAD to obey: NEVER go in the Colorado River. The water was deep and fast and dangerous. It could sweep a person away and suck them under and they could disappear forever. They could even die!
One HOT summer day, Uncle Eric, Uncle Dean, Uncle Paul and I walked down to the edge of the Colorado River. The big trees along the bank had droopy branches covered with leaves that made little forts near the trunks of the trees. We played in the cool shade, but as the day went on, it got hotter.
And we looked at the cool brown water (it looked like chocolate milk) of the Colorado River and thought it would be so nice if we could just put our toes in it. After all, putting your toes in is not the same thing as "going in", right?
So we took our shoes off and dipped our toes in the cool water and it felt SO good!
But as the day went on, it got hotter. And we looked at the cool brown water and thought it would be so nice if we could just put our feet in it. Our socks were already wet and, after all, putting your feet in is not the same thing as "going in", right?
So we put our feet in the cool water and it felt SO good!
But as the day went on, it got hotter. And we looked at the cool brown water and thought it would be so nice if we could just walk in the water up to our knees. After all, our feet were already wet and muddy and walking in the water up to your knees isn't the same thing as "going in", right?
So we found a shallow spot that didn't drop off too quickly and walked in the water up to our knees and it felt SO good!
And then all of a sudden, Uncle Dean shouted! He jumped out of the water and onto the river bank. We looked in surprise and then noticed that he only had one sock on. "Hey, Dean," we said, "what happened to your sock?" With wide eyes Uncle Dean pointed to the water and said, "A giant crawdad grabbed my sock and wouldn't let go!"
That was enough to get us all out of the water.
We put on our shoes and walked home. And when we got there Uncle Dean had to explain to Grandma what had happened to his sock.
And I don't think we EVER went back in the Colorado River without our parents again.
One of their very favorites is this. It probably happened the summer of 1978.
When I was a boy we lived in Colorado, near the Colorado River. Uncle Eric, Uncle Dean, Uncle Paul and I did not have many rules, but there was ONE rule we HAD to obey: NEVER go in the Colorado River. The water was deep and fast and dangerous. It could sweep a person away and suck them under and they could disappear forever. They could even die!
One HOT summer day, Uncle Eric, Uncle Dean, Uncle Paul and I walked down to the edge of the Colorado River. The big trees along the bank had droopy branches covered with leaves that made little forts near the trunks of the trees. We played in the cool shade, but as the day went on, it got hotter.
And we looked at the cool brown water (it looked like chocolate milk) of the Colorado River and thought it would be so nice if we could just put our toes in it. After all, putting your toes in is not the same thing as "going in", right?
So we took our shoes off and dipped our toes in the cool water and it felt SO good!
But as the day went on, it got hotter. And we looked at the cool brown water and thought it would be so nice if we could just put our feet in it. Our socks were already wet and, after all, putting your feet in is not the same thing as "going in", right?
So we put our feet in the cool water and it felt SO good!
But as the day went on, it got hotter. And we looked at the cool brown water and thought it would be so nice if we could just walk in the water up to our knees. After all, our feet were already wet and muddy and walking in the water up to your knees isn't the same thing as "going in", right?
So we found a shallow spot that didn't drop off too quickly and walked in the water up to our knees and it felt SO good!
And then all of a sudden, Uncle Dean shouted! He jumped out of the water and onto the river bank. We looked in surprise and then noticed that he only had one sock on. "Hey, Dean," we said, "what happened to your sock?" With wide eyes Uncle Dean pointed to the water and said, "A giant crawdad grabbed my sock and wouldn't let go!"
That was enough to get us all out of the water.
We put on our shoes and walked home. And when we got there Uncle Dean had to explain to Grandma what had happened to his sock.
And I don't think we EVER went back in the Colorado River without our parents again.
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