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Childhood memory

Time: somewhere when the world was still small enough to comprehend when you feel safe.

Place: a swimming pool, near my dad’s safe arms in a country that did not register in my brain.

He said I could let go. He said I’d float. Excitement, apprehension and fun are coursing through my veins. I look up at the sky, not really seeing what’s there, because my head is too busy with not being scared that the water will flow over my eyes and head. Somehow, I don’t see that there’s no real danger in that. It feels dangerous, even with my dad just at arm’s reach. After what seems like a long time, I kick my legs, trying to get control over this weird environment with only water and chlorine and my dad grabs me to help me be vertical again.



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