don't_panic
raze
my
dad
tells
this
story
sometimes
.
i
only
remember
it
in
the
vague
way
some
pieces
of
your
childhood
hang
around
without
really
sticking
to
you
.
i
was
about
ten
.
we
were
visiting
friends
of
his
.
a
married
couple
who
lived
on
the
water
.
he
lost
himself
in
conversation
and
looked
up
to
find
me
gone
.
his
stomach
sank. "
where
is
he
?"
he
said
. "
where's
my
son
?"
the
husband
pointed
to
the
river
.
i
was
in
a
canoe
,
alone
,
swimming
from
a
seated
position
with
a
single
-bladed paddle
after
teaching
myself
how
to
make
the
shoe
-shaped
boat
move
.
and
though
i
was
far
enough
from
shore
that
he
couldn't
have
saved
me
if
i
fell
in
the
drink
,
somehow
he
knew
i'd
be
okay
.
he
watched
me
come
as
close
to
flying
as
i
ever
would
on
my
own
steam
and
filed
the
moment
away
where
it
wouldn't
be
forgotten
.
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