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  • The log, what seemed to be in slow-motion,
    to my foot.
    I heard a yell coming from the distance... but it really came from me.
    I felt weightless in the ocean-shore water. It was as if time had stopped...

    The only way I remember it is everything in slow motion, as the water droplets float frozen in the air and the tree trunk sits cozily on the water.

    My eyes lock on my friend's a couple of feet beside me. His face turns to me and, along with my brother beside him, squint until their faces turn red.
    The large tree trunk is pushed away. I do not see what happens next.

    What really made me cry wasn't the pain, it was what I saw when I looked down.
    The adults had set me down on a rock nearby, and their troubled voices gave the usual,
    "Are you okay??" routine.

    What I saw when I looked down was a jumbled mess of my foot's flesh.

    Oh god
    I won't use it another day in my life...

    it turned out fine, of course.

    My brother and I were just with friends at the beach and thought it would be a good idea to just push that enormous, stray log cut down to just the branchless stem into the water.

    Little did we know, two-thirds of the Earth's volume was pushing against us.
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