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TITLE: Water War
By Heather Sargent
05/11/08
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This is a bit of a reflection in response to an old writing assignment. Not really sure what to do with it. It is a true story though.
Splat! Water ball hits and snaps my head back. Disoriented, I blink looking for the source of the attack. Michael! My brother stands laughing proudly in the corner of the pool.

Behind me my young son playfully slaps the shallow water, safe in his brightly colored life vest. Splash! My counterattack is unsuccessful making my brother cry hysterically while fighting for breath between snorting laughter.

Water balls flying wildly and innocent victims swimming away. The whole water war fades to slow motion as I get my moment, right between his eyes. Thud!

Gurgling screaming seems uncharacteristic of the fun. We all freeze and find my son. In his young curiousity he found his legs not long enough for the water as he thrashes wildly while his life vest holds him up. Face in and out, air, water, air, water, then...salvation. In seconds I watch another's child pull mine to a more appropriate place, my frozen arms of guilt.
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