I remember it was a hot day.
Not unusual for Central California – but hot is hot.
I remember that we’d been riding our bikes in our bathing suits. Now, that means we either were going swimming or had been swimming. I don’t remember.
Isn’t it funny how that memory thing works – or doesn’t? Some parts are so clear, others…not so clear.
But I do remember that we were hot.
And we had just stopped to dip our feet in the water.
We were not going swimming – just dipping our feet in the water.
And then my brother rode by – and said, “Get out of there! You are in so much trouble!”
Almost immediately following that warning, my Mom came by in the car, and said, “Jayne Elizabeth Day, get home now!”
Upon my arrival at home…..My Dad gave me the whupping of my life.
For years, hell. For DECADES I’ve harbored a bit of righteous indignation over that whupping. I mean, we weren’t swimming. We were just getting our toes wet…
I awoke this morning to this headline:
Fresno 4th-grader had been trying to get basketball.
-and I dissolved in tears. Yshema Snowden wasn’t swimming – she was just trying to retrieve her basketball.
I was probably around the same age when I had my toe-dipping experience. There but for the grace of God, my brother Jeff, my Mom and my Dad…..
I just want to thank my family for always being there for me. And please, keep the Snowden family in your thoughts and prayers this week.