Children learn fast that this world is filled with nasty creatures. All of us have been bitten by mosquitoes or stung by wasps at a young age. Our illusions of a world where everything is harmless and friendly are quickly shattered through such experiences.
My sister Diane certainly learned that lesson one sunlit day when we vacationed at the Sylvan Lake resort during July of 1961.
As we stood on the beach after swimming in the lake, Diane noticed a pain in her right thigh. Looking down, she screamed when she saw a blood sucker gorging itself.
Mom and Dad tried to make Diane hold still so they could pull the wretched creature off. As Dad tried to pull the blood sucker, Mom warned him not to lest its head separate from its body. Dad took out his lighter from his pants pocket and flicked it open. As Mom tried to hold my panicking sister still, Dad touched the tail end of the creature with the lighter’s flame. It let go, ending the crisis.
All this happened in a matter of seconds but to us children, it seemed like a long time. From then on, we felt reluctant to go in the water, especially by the boat dock where Diane was bitten.
Three years and two months later, I learned that adults weren’t as trustworthy as I thought. I suddenly found myself five-hundred miles from home in a school for the blind. I couldn’t believe it when a boy told me we wouldn’t go back home until Christmas. Read more about my shocking experience at the Bruce Atchison’s books link.
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