By Betty Baptiste – West Kelowna, B.C.
When I was four years old and living in Battleford, Sask., I remember walking along the sidewalk with two little boys. It was early spring.
They wanted to go onto the ice on the Saskatchewan river and asked if I wanted to come along. I told them what my mother said about not going onto the ice, because you might fall in.
I wanted to go but didn’t want to make mom mad, so I said no. I wanted to keep their friendship, so I promised to keep my mouth shut and not tell their mom on them.
I remember clearly to this day the two boys walking out on the ice. I watched them for a while and then went home. I later heard that one of them had fallen in and drowned.
I can’t remember if it was the older boy or the younger one who died, but it’s haunted me all these years. I should have told mom what they were up to.