Sailing Away 1949
As a child I was perfectly happy playing by myself. My imagination allowed me to sail away on this old black inner tube -back in a day when inner tubes were really just that - the tubes that kept automobile tires full of air. Until they sprung a leak. When they could no longer be properly patched they became ships that sailed out to sea. So here I am, bare foot and brown from the sun on a summer day sailing on the sea of grass.
It was perhaps this summer that my inner tube and I were packed in the car along with my family and a picnic basket and taken out to the summer cottage of a family friend. I recall the trip out there - it seemed to take forever. Our car overheated and dad pulled to the side of the road. We were part of a caravan of friends and family so we all found a place in one or more of the other cars and continued on our way.
Once at the cottage I took my inner tube to down to the lake, stepped in and floated out to sea. I was lulled by the waves, warmed by the summer sun and I basked in my solitary voyage. At some point my mother or perhaps my father looked around and asked "Where's Cindi?" And there I was - out in the middle of my ocean, far, far from land and totally unaware of the panic that ensued on shore.
A rowboat filled with strangers was beckoned to assist in the high sea rescue of the little sailor who was adrift in the dangerous tides. They came alongside (Ahoy Matie!) and someone held out a fishing net for me to grab on to (party poopers) and rowed me back to shore. My pirate ship was confiscated and I was forced into landlubberhood for the rest of the day.
Perhaps this picture was taken as a tribute to my survival, a remembrance of my day at sea, or a reminder to keep an eye on the salty sailor in me.
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