Shortly after that I was with my mom walking along the command in Boston near the frog pond.... Well my hand slipped from my moms, I went to the edge , and well splash I fell in, cold, scary, I was not able to swim..or breath I was going to die !!! Until I saw a black face reach in and grab me. A young negro boy saved my life and I never knew his name.
I had another adventure in Boston when i went exploring and went through the streets, playing its kids, stray cats and then I grew tired and just sat down...had no idea how to get home. I feel to sleep and when I woke it was to the sound of the town crier talking about me being lost. I walked up and said heY that is me.