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My feet could not yet touch the bottom, but they never got the chance. I was about three years old, the tips of my white mullet were dripping with lukewarm lake water. I sat wedged between my older brothers in the inner tube we used so often. We have surpassed this stage, but in so many ways it remains the same. To this day, fifteen long years later I am still caught...tied together with my two best friends.