27.jan.99
And it was another "twig" business. (See 24.jan.99) I played in flotilla in the huge truck's dump-body filled with water. I was 6-7 years old, if you are interested. And I felt "death wish" to reach unreachable twig. I guess somebody would have a good fun looking me in that moment. I grasped by both my hands on the edge of the board my head plunged deep in the deep dump-bodies waters and my leg soared right up on the sky. It was profound experience to me. I was sufficiently old not only to remember this case but even to feel something. When I was topsy-turvy I guessed "there must be another rescuer of my life". But I got tired of waiting him at soon, as matter of fact in some fractions of second or may be even in 1-2 seconds, no more. I didn't know song "I can't help myself" by that time. So I pulled my will together and - Oops - I'm on the right side of the world again. It was funny to look at me even after that. My lower part was dry and clean my higher part was soaked all right. Imagine scene with my ma:
- "Ma, give me word you will not blame me"
- "What happened? !!! Tell me everything! !!"
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I propose to continue this without assistance but with trifle modifications.
And it was my final deal with "twig business". I don't know can I aspire for hard-to-reach things or not. But I know definitely I will never be Admiral Nelson once more, (too tricky business you know, too tricky).