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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by shy[/i] [br][b]Contributed by : Babycakes[/b] [i]When I was a little girl, my dad raised my brother and me by himself. He worked three jobs to support us, and on holidays he would take us wherever we wanted to go for our "special day." We always had a great time, and I loved the quality family time. On Labor Day, September, 1966, we were ready to go on our outing, but first we had to have a repair done on the car. My brother and I were to decide where we wanted to go. I was eight and he was nine years old. My brother wanted to go to the beach (we lived in Florida at the time). Although we never fought with each other, I was insistent that we didn't go. After much fighting, our dad finally said that if we didn't stop, we would just go home, and then asked me why I didn't want to go to the beach, knowing how well we both loved it. I spoke up and said, "Because if we go to the beach, something bad will happen." Of course, dad promised nothing would and, coming from an eight year old, I could see how he would overlook my fear. I agreed to go, even though I had that horrible feeling. I didn't, after all, want to spoil our day. When we got there, my brother and I asked for a Coke and candy bar, and dad told us he would get one for us before we left. The day went as planned, my brother, the "fish," spending most of his time in the water, and I played in the sand. After a while, my brother ran up to me and told me that dad wanted me. I asked what for, and his answer was, "I don't know. Go see." I figured it was time to go home. As I got up to go see, my brother ran back into the ocean. Moments later, there was a crowd gathered. My dad was panicking and I was scared and crying. Some boys were bringing my brother to shore. I remember a young girl asking me what was wrong. I pointed to the crowd and hysterically cried, "That's my brother!" The girl took me to the snack bar for a drink and a candy bar, and to calm me down. After several attempts by the lifeguards and paramedics, they rushed him to the hospital, and we followed in the car of some people that were trying to help. We waited in a small area of the hospital, and I heard someone say, "It's a good thing she's so young. She doesn't understand what is happening." Doesn't understand?! I knew full well what was happening! I knew something was going to happen - I tried to tell them. I tried to stop it! Then the doctor came out and told my dad that they had done all they could. My brother had drowned. This would be something that I would have to live with for the rest of my life, and although many people have told me I could work my "powers," I have laid that part of me to rest. I don't ever want to see into the future. I don't ever want to know that I might be able to do that again. [/i] [url="mailto:shy@shyscyberchamber.com"][img]Fpics/1_shy_sig_ed5.jpg.FP[/img][/url] [/quote]   Check here to include your profile signature. Check here to subscribe to this topic.