The Rowboat

Photo by David Murray Chambers on Unsplash

At eight years old, I loved the water. Swimming, fishing, boating — you name it.

At eight years old, that all changed. My relationship with the open water became very different.

I remember the day well, for reasons you’ll soon understand.

My grandfather had taken up woodworking in retirement and had found an old wooden rowboat to take on as a project. He was a better man than me and…