four boys and three girls all about the girlsâ age, and the fun they were having was infectious. Megan and Ruby didnât need a second invitation to grab the rope and swing out over the water.
âDo you think thereâd be fish in here, Dad?â asked Megan as she bobbed up beside her father.
âNot any more,â he laughed. âThis mob would frighten away an elephant!â
Finally, arms tiring from hanging on to the rope, they all floated in the pool and began to chat lazily with the local teenagers.
âHowâd you find this place?â asked one of the boys. âYouâre new. Not that itâs a problem,â he added, aftereyeing the two girls.
âI brought them. Iâve been coming here since I was a kid,â said Chris. âIn fact I might go upstream a bit further, I remember another spot I used to like.â
âIt gets a bit overgrown further on,â said another of the boys.
âYeah. I remember. If Iâm not back in half an hour or so, send out a search party.â He winked at Megan. âIâll be fine. You stay here.â
Chris swam confidently through the water and thought back to the times he had spent in this creek, years ago. Often he and his mates had come out here adventuring, exploring, swimming and fishing. Memories flooded back to him. Even the trees looked familiar. There was one tree he remembered particularly well. Heâd always loved its wide branches that were flat enough to lie on. Once he and Shaun French had dragged an old plywood sheet up onto one of them to make a platform they could both fit on. One winter in the freezing rain theyâd settled themselves on the precarious platform above the river, to watch the swirling creek. Shaun had suddenly seen something floating downstream.
âHey, is that somebodyâs fishing rod? Letâs grab it,â heâd yelled.
âNo, it canât be,â shouted Chris. âNo one would be fishing when the weatherâs like this.â
But Shaun had ignored him. Heâd leaned forwards and tried to grab the long pole as it swirled past. Suddenly, without warning, heâd lost his balance and had fallen into the river. The creek had raced furiously, carrying the boy with it, and Shaun had been swept from sight in seconds.
Chris had scrambled down the tree and, quickly slashing one of the ropes holding the platform in place with his pocket knife, heâd racedback along the bank, carrying the rope and shouting Shaunâs name. As heâd rounded a bend in the creek, heâd seen Shaun on the opposite side, clinging to the root of a eucalyptus tree.
Chris had tied one end of the rope to a sturdy tree and, with the other end tied around his waist, heâd made his way across the creek, fighting against the current. But the rope had held, and he hadnât been swept away. Even now, Chris wondered how heâd managed to haul Shaun back across the creek to the safety of the bank.
By the time theyâd ridden their bikes home that day, theyâd decided not to tell anyone what had happened. They hadnât wanted to be forbidden from going back to the creek. It would just be their secret, and theyâd never mentioned it again. Chris wondered if Shaun still remembered the incident.
He gazed around at the tranquil scene, remembering how different it had been that grey afternoon. So much water had gone under the proverbial bridge since then, he thought. Good times, bad times, exciting times and now . . . well, things werenât going quite as heâd planned. He turned and went back to the main pool where the girls were laughing with the other young people.
âIâm hungry,â he told them. âIâm going back to Bunny. See you when you want to eat,â he called.
The girls arrived back shortly afterwards with two of the boys and a girl who was about their age. Susan offered them some sandwiches and fruit as Chris sat
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