When I was a kid we went to Canada. It was really beautiful.
That’s me, in the middle.
It was a pretty wild place.
I remember this river. I remember it rushed by so quickly. I remember Dad telling me that if I stepped into the river and got pulled away by the current, he wouldn’t come in after me. What I heard was that he would come in after me, but he probably wouldn’t be able to save me and might die himself.
So I heeded the voice of caution and didn’t go too close. And my memories of Canada are beautiful.