Remembering the boat ride

This memory is still so very fresh in my mind despite its age. It's just like yesterday when my parents allowed a friend of the family to take me for a short boat ride. I was probably no more than six years old then but, boy, do I remember.

My dad placed me carefully on the passenger seat of the boat. He strapped me in and then he and my mom stood by as Ronald got in beside me and then pushed off. I remember looking back once at my parents and then it was away with Ronald.

In those days, I had a bit of vision, enough to enjoy what was immediately around me. The sun was shining on the water and all around me. The waters of the ocean rushed past our little boat and slapped gently against the sides of the boat. I sat upright in my seat and looked around. Of course, I could only see a bit but that was enough for me.

Ronald rowed strong and talked to me all of the time. He described the boat to me, not too big and not too small. A blue boat that was very pretty. He sang songs with me and treated me very much like a grown-up. Oh, how I loved it all and still remember it all.

The air smelled so fresh and fragrant. The sea was so calm, and I could hear birds around me. Forever in my memory.

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