When we were kids we went on alot of vacations. Anytime we were in Florida we had a friend with a house in Kissimmee which is near Disney World and that is where we would stay. The house was on a canal and near a lake and one day while we were out playing we discovered the "beanie boat".
The beanie boat was little more than a raft. It was in the canal a short way from our house and me and Billy and Rhonda spent endless hours on that boat. (no I don't have any idea who owned it and from the state it was in I would say it was abandoned and we were lucky that it floated!) Nevertheless we floated up and down that canal like we were Tom Sawyer or somebody.
Our fun on the beanie boat stopped one day when Rhonda (she is the youngest by the way) was giving us a push into the canal because we were stuck in some reeds. She went from being knee deep in the water to barely holding on for dear life in one step! It was everything that me and Billy could do to drag her onto the boat and thank God she didn't let loose of the boat before we grabbed her! We would have NEVER found her in that brackish water and as stupid as we were we would have probably been diving in to find her and drowned ourselves. Our many hours of fun ended in one quick second and once we paddled to shore we never got on the beanie boat again!
After having lived in Florida for a few years I know now that we were lucky not to have been eaten by alligators too! Thankfully we always looked out for each other(when we weren't trying to kill each other in a brotherly and sisterly fashion! hehe). This is just one of the many things that I look back on and wonder why we weren't killed when we were kids.