When I was about 10 or 11 we were launching our boat at the launch at Sabine Headquarters canal. My dad put the boat in the water and I was supposed to hold the rope. Thats it, hold the rope. Well, somehow or another I drifted off into lala land and so did the boat. As the boat was drifting away my Dad comes back and starts hollering. He made me jump in the water with about 2 or 3 gators and get the boat. I remember looking at my legs as I was pulling the boat back to launch, just waiting for a gator to come and chomp on em. I was really mad at him that day for making me do that. I also realized on that day that gators don't really mess with people.
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