79. Tangled Up
One of the earliest clear memories I have is being at the fire station with my dad—he was a volunteer firefighter at the time—and one of his friends helping me spray my dad with a small fire hose. I’ve always had a distinct recollection of this friend of Dad’s standing behind me, holding the hose, and me while I opened the nozzle.
When I was in my 20s, my dad was telling me that story, but according to him and my mother, there was nobody there with me. He said a couple of the guys were joking around asking if I wanted to spray dad with the hose. Later in the day, I wandered off and was messing with the hose before anyone noticed. My dad describes it as being a miracle that the hose didn’t start flailing around and kill me.
I used to think of this as a guardian angel encounter but, I distinctly remember the guy who was helping me with that hose egging me on to spray dad. That seems like pretty un-angelic behavior.