I was incredibly young but I can still remember. The Reverend of our church had come over to the house and was speaking with my parents. My brother and I were excused to go outside and play. It was warm out. We quickly found a hole next to the dog kennel that I assume my father had dug. It was a fence post hole. My brother and I looked down into it, but we could not see the bottom. We threw a couple of rocks and then I decided to jump into its darkness.
I immediately found out it was deep. It was a tight fit and I was pinned in with my arms over my head. I heard my brother take off running and I had one thought in my mind.
I am all alone.
I heard the front door of our house slam and suddenly I was pulled straight out by my arms like a giant carrot. It was Dad to the rescue.
It was his 1,534th act of saving my life, too.