The Falls

When I was seven, my family and I went on a vacation to Niagara Falls.

My dad sat me up on the railing overlooking the falls so he could take a photo of me with the falls in the background. Of course I fell backwards and landed in raging waters a few feet from the perilous 160-foot drop.

The falls instantly stopped. The water became still. I waded to the edge. My dad leaned over the railing and pulled me up. The water went right back to its full rage.

My dad was so thrilled that he wanted to give it a try and he jumped into the water which forcefully carried him over the falls. He was eventually rescued 5 miles down the Niagara River. He was in a bad mood and talked about suing people.