Memory of Childhood
On my way home,
late in the afternoon,
with sunken eyes,
water droplets trickling down my shorts,
I pinched myself on my right hand
to see if I still exist.
That summer scorching heat,
even the birds fell dead,
led me to a nearby lake,
surrounded by moss grown stones.
I stood on the edge of the culvert, by the road,
facing down the lake.
I never did this before and
wanted to give it a try.
This was years ago,
when I was just enough to ride a 3-legged bicycle.
I jumped off the culver into the lake.
I landed flat on my belly and face in the water,
and went straight down to the bottom of the lake.
My breathed shortened,
I began to panic and gasping for air to survive,
that was all I could do.
I couldn't remember anything after that.
Later, I found myself surround by a couple of boys
like me, by the lake that saved my life.