Dillon Beach

Dave, Bonnie, Noel, and Christie

Bonnie and the little people

Now every day wasn't a bad day. Reading my last blog may have sounded that way. Sorry. It was a very hard time for me. I had an interesting childhood. I even had some good memories. I remember going to a place called Dillon Beach. If you are wondering where Dillon Beach is, It is about two hours west of Sacramento and just a little bit south of where the movie "The Birds" was filmed. Now you might be thinking, why would a kid would had such a scare like I did would be back at the beach? I actually liked the beach. The sandy part was okay. The water? Well, that was something entirely different. I had a great time with my mom, her husband and his daughters. Willie's grandmother owned a place and he could use it when ever he wanted to. It was the closest thing I remember to being a family vacation. 
We made sand castles. We walked around a lot. The time really flew by. It was great. I remember having my 7th Birthday here. 

Dave and Bonnie

I was afraid of the water. I couldn't even stand to get my feet wet. I remember the girls trying to pull me into the water with them and I screamed. My mom did not know that I had just previously drown. She tried to get me into the water and I went crazy. Crying, screaming, clinging to her. She told me later that she called my dad to find out what had happened to me. She knew that had liked the water before. Something was very wrong. I'm not really sure when she found out, but she did. With a lot of patience the help of a stray dog, she was finally able to get me back into the water. I heard that I jumped into a pool when I was younger to see if I could "float", but my aunt Vicki was there to pull me out. I guess I thought swimming was easier than it actually was. I eventually learned how to swim and from then on, it was very hard to keep me out of it.