When my dad was around 5 years old, he was at the Tusket River with his father. It was a place where they dipped gaspereau for lobster bait. As they walked hand-in-hand on the planks between the fish stand and the shore, the planks broke and they dropped into the water. Dad says he can still see the water all around him and above him. But he said, "I was safe, because Dad never let go of my hand."