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I remember when I was two years old and I feel asleep in a clothes basket I had crawled into. My mother took a oicture of it.
I remember distinctly following the garbage collectors in their truck at age three-and-a-half and ending up near some train tracks, stuck in the mud. It was the middle of May, in Scarborough, Ontario, 1958. My mother, who was pregnant with my sister, could not climb over the fence to get into the field where I was. I remember seeing her her standing at the fence, at a distance from me, arms resting on the wooden top of the three foot high fence, and the body of the fence was large, square, and wired. It was easy to climb and that is how I got over it there in the first place. I remember my mother was standing beside her neighbour who was not pregnant and who jumped over the fence, and the next thing I knew I was being pulled out of the mud. My shoes were lost in it, and probably the socks, too.
There was no news story about it, but I was missing for two hours. Police were not called, but the neighbours helped look for me. I am surprised I was found, as I was about half a kilometer from home. We did not know the neighbours where I was eventually located. Perhaps there was a hue and cry and someone shouted about a kid being in the field behind a subdivision. This I do not know, and nor will I ever find out. Nowadays, it would have been a media story because of my age, with even possibly an Amber Alert. Nothing like that was done in those days. I suppose I was lucky some pervert did not abduct me, a kid all alone in a deserted field, or killed by the train if I had wandered onto the tracks.
I have learned that luck plays a substantial part in survival
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