Which Reminds Me

How many times do I have to repeat the same old stories from when I was eight years old and living in Mexico? One time we were at the beach and some of us children were jumping waves in the surf and a huge wave knocked me over and I rotated all the way around, my fingers touching the sand, and then back around and landing on my feet, and then I was standing there as if nothing had happened. Just because Kent was facing some other direction at the moment and did not notice that, that does not mean that it did not happen the way I described and not as Kent is fond of pretending. I can't believe he would still want to argue about that minor detail. I know what happened to me.