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 / by Dr Margaret Aranda /

She crawled and kicked out of the pool, breathless. 

Sucking in air, gasping and coughing!

Gasping for life!

It was a party of some kind, many people swimming about

(See Image 1).

 
 
Age 5: The Edge of the PoolImage 1. The Family Picnic Swimming Pool Party. It all looked so fun, bright colored thingies on top of the water!

All the kids of different ages here, grown-ups there.

Lots of bright colors to match the bright day, screaming, running, bustle of a party.
Kids jumping in, Whoosh! Splashing! She knew how to swim, she did.
Every Mommy was laying in the sun, on a white squishy chair that was criss-crossed, it weaved in and out. But it was not built well, because she noticed that all of Mommy’s body went through the holes in the chair (See Image 2). Same with the other ladies.

It was sorta weird.

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Image 2. Weird Chairs. Sunken in, skin fatty pooches sticking out here and there.
It was not a good chair at all.

She was just in the pool. She wanted to get out. She was tired, the kids were too loud, the sun was too hot, and she had just enough. She was a big girl now, five years old. So she decided to do it.

She took a huge breath. She was going to swim across the pool, bright blue water swaying to and fro. It was not too far away. One big breath, whoosh! Whooooooooo! Huuuupppppp! Go! Each lung was filled!

First all hands, then all her body went under the water. She kicked and kicked. For five years of age, it was not too far away, that Edge of the Pool. Maybe five more kicks in. At first, it was just a feeling that she was running out of breath. There was no panic.

She thought she could do it. It was not far. 

~Dr Margaret Aranda
Then something…ukk, ooh~ 
She was definitely running out of breath. 
She must go up for air!  
She went up!  
Panic and kicking! 

Something went “bump!” on her head…  

It was blurry, light blue, like the color of the water. 
It was big!
It was floating! 
She could not push all her head up to get to The Air!
She was stuck under a big blue thing, floating and not moving out of the way for her to breathe.

“Move!”

                                    Something was up there. It was in her way.

See Image 3.

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Image 3. Something was in her way.  Somewhere up there, she could hear the clinking of wine glasses and
the chuckles of a lady who was sitting on the floating blue thing.
Oh NOoooo!

In a flash, she knew the lady would never hear her,

would never see her,

would never feel anything.

~Dr Margaret Aranda

“Uck – oooooohhhhhhh!”  

She was too busy on the floaty thing.

“Uhhh!”

(See Image 4)

Age 5: The Edge of the PoolImage 4. Her Lungs Burned.  She was alone. She closed her eyes.

She decided that her only chance was to go back down.

She could not struggle under the big blue floaty thing! 

So she kicked a last few kicks and went down, down, down,

floating under the big blue thing with the lady

and the clanging 

and the chuckles. 

~Dr Margaret Aranda

She went under it, and now she was not sure which way she should go.

Was it left? 

Or right?

Things were going gray now.

…………………………………..She went straight,

because she thought

                                                                       that’s where…………………………………….

           the wall was. 

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She kicked and she kicked and kicked with every Might ever ever ever…

…and she stretched out her little hands all hands

those hands that loved to play with her kittens

on her slide.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

She stretched them out as far as as far as they could go as far, far…

…Bump!

…..It was THE WALL……

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

She crept all hands up wall

In poverty to fall

Slow motion her head

Ringing dinging dread

Flaring nose panic surfaced over stupid water. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

No one said, Breethe  Breethe 

Anger rays Seethe Seethe

Raspy deep chorus

Just GINOOOORRRRRR-MOUS

Breethe Breethe Breathe UUHHH!!!

(See Image 4).

screen-shot-2016-10-08-at-10-04-27-amImage 4. Gasping for Air. Yes the Story was Me, and…… Yes, True as can Be.


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Eyes frantic pleading

Very soul stopped bleeding

Tears mesh on face now

Face white not fresh how 

No one noticed. 

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No one noticed

She could be boldest

Screaming to Mommy

But no cry Tummy

She pulled all the way out of the water. 

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She never told any one.

She thought she would get in trouble.

Never again did she swim

under a floaty thing.

Never. Never. Never. 

And when she grew up and had babies of her own

She would never, never, never even once

ever let them swim under those 

bad floaty things 

in the pool.

Never.

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She crawled out of the pool, breathless and weak.

She lay gasping at The Edge of the Pool.

No one noticed.
She never told anyone.
She just told you now

…only because she knows you will not tell anyone else.

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THE END

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