It was 1952, and I was four years old. We were at the lake. Everyone was having a good time, running around in the water, splashing, jumping off the dock. Some of the teenagers and adults were water-skiing. It was summertime at Uncle Chuck’s and Auntie Wilma’s cabin on Coon Lake. Over the years as I was growing up, we would spend a lot of the summer at their cabin. At four years old, I was just one year older then cute, when my mother decided for some reason, to send me into the water without my bathing suit on. First of all, at four, you are just old enough to begin experiencing what embarrassment is when you are walking around “Butt Naked” in front of your cousins, secondly, the water is cold. Also at four years old, your penis looks like a tiny little worm. It doesn’t take cold water to shrivel up your penis, at four years old, you have a tiny penis. Do you see where I’m going with this?
Sitting in about a foot of water for less than 5 minutes, trying to have fun, splashing my hands in the water, laughing and yelling along with all the other little kids. A little fish swam between my legs and took a nibble of the teeny tiny little worm, and I’m the second person to run on top of water. Well, Jesus didn’t run, they claim he walked on water. That little nibble barely broke the skin, but felt like a shark had bit off the head of my little penis. I ran screaming up to my mother who was deep in conversation with Auntie Alice. Mom handed me my bathing suit and asked me why I was crying. Thinking that I was crying because I was afraid of the water, Ed picked me up, and started running towards the dock. Laughing like a mad man, with me screaming bloody murder, he ran down the full length of the dock, and at the end, jumped into the water in a big cannonball. We were probably only in five feet of water, and my head was only under for a second or so. I knew how to hold my nose and close my mouth in the bathtub, but since I was still screaming when we hit the water, my mouth was still open. “See, there’s nothing to be afraid of” Ed said, as he stood up, which pulled my head out of the water. Coughing and sputtering, I found out what “water boarding” was. Ed carried me up to the shoreline and set me down, yelling out to Mom, ‘I guess we’ll have to get Tommy some swimming lessons”, laughing he sat down on the beach blanket and cracked open another beer. I could tell by the way she looked at Ed, that she was not happy with the jumping off of the dock stunt.
Mom toweled me off and made me blow my nose. My penis still hurt just a little bit. Mom thought it was so funny, she started announcing it to anyone who would listen, to the point where a small crowd of people had now gathered around to see Tommy’s little penis. Uncle John walked up saying, “A fish bit off his whole pecker?” I eventually learned how to swim. I can remember at about 10 years old, at Uncle Chucks cabin, all of us “older kids” swimming out to the raft, which was 20 yards out in 12 feet of water. I could hardly wait to get there and climb up the ladder. The other kids would say, “You swim so fast, like a shark is chasing you”. I really was Olympic material when it came to swimming. Little did they all know, I swam like that because I was afraid that a huge fish was going to bite off my penis if I swam too slow.
We sometimes think it is hopeless and against all odds, but hey, we are part of the 99% against the 1% that currently have absolute control. We can and shall overcome the odds, but only if we truly ORGANIZE. Otherwise, we are all just as a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”. Some thoughts on possible miracles/solutions can be found on the following GOFUNDME page. If you have questions, suggestions, comments, etcetera, again, please feel free to contact me. You can contact me by farcecrap PM, send me an email or fill out the contact form below.
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