Edge City by Terry and Patty LaBan for July 27, 2019

When I was five, my parents let me and my brothers go to the community pool for the first time by ourselves. My oldest brother was 10 and my middle brother was 6 and a fish out of water. I was playing in the kiddie pool and promised to stay there. I was walking to the bathroom, alongside the deep end, and just slipped. No one saw me. I didn’t splash around. Drowning really isn’t the way they show it in movies and TV shows. I was under for a few minutes when someone “thought” they saw a towel at the bottom of the pool and then realized there was a body down there. Brought me up but and did whatever life-saving technics they had in 1966 but no luck. Took me to the fire station down the road and pronounced me dead. The lifeguard hit me in the chest several times, which caused me to throw up a hot dog I had just eaten and saved my life. I actually got to tell my story and thank that lifeguard 30 years later on Oprah!