by Caddie, a.k.a. Spunky Chick, who is the brave 11-year-old daughter of Sarah and the intrepid niece of Aunt Ruth
One afternoon at a Cherokee Indian reservation my family decided to have a PEACEFUL picnic by a river.
After lunch, my brother and I went to the river and decided to try to walk across its raging waters. After a while, my brother gave up because it was getting too deep and hard. But, I decided that nothing could stop me from getting across the river. Well, nothing did. Although there was a big obstacle coming toward me, and I did not even know it!
When I was almost across the river, I felt my body tipping in a way that no strength could have stopped. As I fell, the river carried me away. I could feel the rocks slipping through my hands. The cold water did not frighten me; it was the panic that did. It all happened so quickly.
I felt I was close to a rocky waterfall and I was. My head stayed underwater for so long. Every time I came to the surface I would scream for help.
But, being in a large family, my dad did not hear me screaming. My mom thought that I was someone else’s child, who’s mother was so irresponsible that she was not watching over HER own kid.
Finally, my foot hit a rock. I was not ready to trust that rock to keep me from falling. Why? Because I had attempted many times, unsuccessfully, to grab on to loose rocks. I decided to trust the pointed stone. I pushed my soaking self above the water and tried to be stronger than the current. With the help of that little rock, I climbed ashore.
After another swim across the river, this time with my dad’s and sister’s help, I once again was on the safe side of the river.
Then, as I was freezing on the park bench, my mom would not let me put on warm clothes because that was part of her threat. She’d told us, “If you get wet, you’re not changing clothes.” I really have strong feelings about that. After my terrifying ordeal, my mother was now letting me freeze to death!
But, she finally gave me a dry pair of clothes and said that I had a great story to tell and should be proud of getting to the other side of the river before my brother, even if it was in a way that neither one of us could have imagined.
I’m thankful to God for helping me get through this ordeal.
Epilogue: When Caddie and her family were visiting America for six months, they had many adventures and near-death experiences. They are now safely back in Portugal, where Caddie is a star student at her Portuguese school. Aunt Ruth sincerely hopes Caddie will continue to share stories on Frizzle Chicks so that the world can share in the drama of her brave and spunky life . . . for as long as it lasts.