Sunday, February 22, 2009
When I was around the age of 10, I went with my family to my grandparents' house north of St. Croix Falls. My cousins from Maryland were there, as well as my cousins from Grantsburg. We went swimming in the small lake near their house, something we did/do almost every time we visit (when it's warm). We swam around for a while, taking rests on the floating platform that our grandparents' neighbors had set up and allowed us to use whenever we wanted. I was sitting in the middle of an innertube, with my legs underwater, when the tube flipped forward, forcing my head underwater and my legs into the air. Because of the position I was in, my legs were locked and I couldn't move or get out. For almost 20 seconds (which seems like a lot when suddenly underwater, especially when you're panicking) my face was underwater, causing me to fear for my life. However, I was finally able to work my way free. It happened so fast that none of my cousins noticed and probably wouldn't have noticed if it had continued. This hasn't had any noticeable effect on my willingness to go swimming, in fact, that lake is my favorite place to swim, but at that time and for a while afterwards I was petrified of the water. In Lord of the Flies, when the kids first arrive on the island, they view everything as fun and an adventure, much as I viewed the lake. As time passes on, however, they realize there is danger and cause for fear behind the very thing that they liked so much.