I also remember about that beach that just about every year, someone would not be watching their child and they would wander down by the boat dock. The cement would have that green slippery stuff on it and then the child would slide down. We always sat at the picnic table by the dock because our friend and uncle had boats. Dad would jump in and save the child, then we'd have to go find the parents with a crying child.
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. ECCLESIASTES 3:1
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