Sunday, November 4, 2012
boo.
I am scared of many things, but if I had to choose one thing that scares me the most, it would be alligators/crocodiles. when I was three years old, my mom and I went on a "river ride" in an alligator swamp. as a small three year old the alligators were bigger than I was, heck, their mouths alone were bigger than I was. this is where my fear began. although I do not remember this, the story had been told to me multiple times, and I can definitely see its repercussions. my dad lives in Florida, and since I was 5, old enough to be away from my mom for an extended period of time, I have been spending my summers there. naturally I have made some friends, one in particular, Hannah, is my best friend and when I visit my dad I probably spend more time with her and her family than I do with my own. hannah, her sister and I would offer play a game in their neighborhood, kinda like man hunt during the day. hannah and I would ride our bikes around and taylor would essentially try to find us and then chase us, Hannah's room was base. in the pond behind their house lived a crocodile, in the past their had been multiple an only lived in there for a month until animal control or whatever came and got it. at the time, we did not know there was a crocodile in there. so when we were playing and it began to rain, and when it rains the pond raises, VERY quickly. hannah and I were hiding on the pother side of the neighborhood when suddenly taylor found us and started riding towards us. the pond had already risen but we took our chances and started making our way towards Hannah's house treading through the muddy water, dragging our bikes behind us. the water was only to our ankles and we were in the homestretch to Hannah's when we reached the ditch between Hannah's and her neighbors, here the water would come past our waists. hannah and I frantically weighed the decisions when I happen to look to the left and saw the crocodile swimming towards us. we both started crying and ran to the other side. we probably cried for about an hour after that, and that was the last time we played that game.
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