One summer, I was at my uncle's house, hanging out by the pool with my relatives and cousins. They had a bowl of cheese balls, and I had a handful and was walking along the edge of the pool.
Now, I don't remember this story. I remember parts of it, but I remember it aaaall wrong. I remember looking up from the water, that's about rhe only part I accurately know. So I'll tell it the way it's told EVERYTIME my extended and nuclear family gets together. It's one of the classics.
So there I was, walking on the edge of the pool, eating my fistful of cheeseballs, one by one. When suddenly, I lost my footing and fell into the pool.
All the adults went to save my life in this moment of panic. I was there one second, and gone the next! Right into the deep end! And I wasn't old enough to even HANDLE the deep end! So they ran over to the pool and when they got there, they saw little ol me, drowning, and as I was drowning, I was grabbing all the cheeseballs I could and shoving them into my mouth.
They pulled me out, and they say I was wide eyed and chewing furiously.
That is a sad tale....
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