When my dad was around 5 years old, he was at the Tusket River with his father. It was a place where they dipped lobster bait. As they walked hand-in-hand on the boards between the fish stand and the river bank, the boards 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."