Biography Part 3

Just down a ways from my house, was a long, swinging bridge that crossed the Waterton River. The stream behind the house fed into the river. My brother and I use to go on the swinging bridge a lot as children. It was fun to run across while my brother shook it from the other end. It was fun until I almost fell in. . . . One day, when I was about twelve years old, it was in the early summer, when the river was raging. My friend and I decided to cross the narrow, swinging bridge. She had never been on it before. The wind started blowing lightly, rocking the bridge just a bit. We didn’t seem to think it was that bad. We were half way across the bridge, when the bridge started swinging a little harder. Suddenly, I strong gust of wind came out of nowhere, rocking the bridge, which made me loose my grip, My foot slipped. and I almost went flying down into the swift, raging river below. I remember hanging on so tight that my hands were aching. It scared me to death and the experience stayed with me all my life so I used it in my second book, “A New World.”