[SeeGeeWhy]

Once when I was little at the Riley park outdoor pool, I attempted to swim under a family floating on a big inflatable alligator. Made it about half way then started to run out of breath. Panicking, I stood up and knocked the family off their raft and it scared the crap out of me. That’s the first close call I can remember.

My actual real closest call was when I was around 9. My parents were separated and every other weekend or so my little brother and I would hang out with our dad. One of the things we did most often was go see a movie at Westbrook where Aussie Ruies and Jubilations is now, then dad would give us a couple bucks worth of quarters to spend at the arcade in the mall while he went and got groceries.

There was a guy who approached us while we were playing Golden Axe and asked us for some help with some boxes in his car or look for a dog or something along those lines. We were too into the game and blew him off but it shudders to make me think what would’ve happened if one or both of us went along.