An Icy Swim
Just as the dim sun crested the grey tree-line, we reached the frozen shore. “Let’s ice skate!” my sister excitedly suggested.
“But dad already packed our ice skates in the wagon,” I warily countered.
“Fine,” she huffed, “then let’s slipper skate!”
I shrugged my tiny shoulders and followed her onto the ice. My sequined slippers quickly turned cold and soggy in the snow, but I ignored the creeping chill and glided further and further from shore. With visions of Nancy Kerrigan ice-dancing through my mind, I twirled and pirouetted.
Then, mid-spin I heard it. The creak and crack of ice like old floorboards on the verge of splitting. I froze in place and held my breath, silently counting the seconds until it felt safe to move. One. Two. Three… CRACK! The icy floor broke open and dumped me into the black, slushy water beneath.
A sharp, shrill shriek of surprise escaped my lips in the brief moment before the liquid blanket covered my head. After what seemed like a dark eternity but was probably only a few seconds, I bounced back to the surface. My sister stood a few feet away frozen in fear and staring at me in shocked terror.
“GO GET DAD! JEN! JENNNNNYYYYY! GO GET HELP!”
My screams fell on deaf ears as I desperately clawed at the snowy ice around the growing hole. My toes just barely grazed the bottom and my flailing arms only managed to pull snow off of the slick surface towards me. I don’t remember feeling the sharp pinpricks of the cold or the heavy weight of the water, I only remember the creeping sense of panic slowly engulfing me. My arms grew tired and my voice hoarse with screaming before my sister finally snapped out of it.
“Stay there! I’ll go get help!” she instructed as she slowly edged her way back to the safety of the shoreline. I tried to follow her instructions and stay put, but I could feel my grip waning. Finally, just as she set foot on the water’s edge, I dipped under. Blackness filled my vision. Water muted the shouts of my sister and hugged me in her icy arms. As I was about to give into to her cold embrace, I felt a hand tighten on my wrist.
With a strong tug and a desperate kick, I was released from the water’s cold grip. Gasping for air and shivering with fear, I blinked the world back into focus. My brother. Kevin. He had heard my screams, raced down to the lake, and belly crawled to the gaping hole. Still holding firm to my wrist, he guided me on my belly back towards the shoreline, ushered me and my still-shocked sister up the hill, and brought us into the warmth and safety of the house.