Lucid-Compulsion

I was never scared of drowning.       In fact, as a child, I loved to reside by the brook out back, no matter how much father would worry of me falling in and soaking my clothes. The waters were so peaceful during late spring, that I couldn’t help but stare into their depths. Of course, the brook itself wasn’t at all deep, but as I discovered one day, it lead off down the way and the sides steepened bit by bit, until just two miles from my house, it transcended into a ravine.        I can’t remember a day that went by whence I didn’t travel those two miles after school, just to get a glimpse of that small gorge. Wi