Early 1970s. Heber Beach, Ontario, Canada.
At Heber Beach — a sand dune lake beach in Ontario, Canada — I was buried to the neck in beach sand. I was a small kid, and sand dunes look like great fun. Apparently I got into a collapsed situation that left only my feet sticking out.
My Dad and Dick Proudfit — an old family friend from El Centro — were nearby. They pulled me out by my ankles.
If they hadn’t been there, I would have died.
It left no particular impression on my theology.