I Nearly Drowned

When we lived in Finisterre when I was a young girl, I was six years old, I was was walking with a procession, a pardon, when I lost my footing near a cliff and I fell into the sea.

Now I was wearing a heavy dress, it was my first time at the pardon, and it was a new dress my mother had made for me. It pulled me under the waves as it was saturated, and all above lost sight of me.

However a young seminarian didn't lose sight of me, but leapt into the ocean, dived down to me, and as I slipped from my dress, he pulled me back up to the safety of the cove nearby where others came to my aide.