I stepped onto the boat that my grandson was driving. By the time we were half way down the stream we hit a rock. It reminded me of the time when I was on the Titanic.
I remember running down the hall for the lifeboats. I was on the top floor – it was a long trot. The stairs was steep and windy. When I eventually reached the ground floor a kid was acting the buffoon. I then ran past him and I took the last free space on the corner of the boat.
So at least I was safe…Not so for so many others.