For me, water is welcomed in two forms: from a glass to drink and from the sky in a light rainfall. Otherwise, water is to be revered—watched from a safe distance but never trifled with. Even a brief wade along the beach is to be taken with great caution.

The boarding school I attended was right along a large river, and every year there was a canoe trip. I began attending this school in my junior year of high school, and so that was my first year as a participant in this mandatory excursion. Coincidentally, that was also the first time that particular river had flooded in nearly two decades. Knowing this, I was extremely hesitant to go, but was reassured that all would be well. The flooding had supposedly subsided enough for the trip to be considered safe.

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