We learned the hard way, our heart-shaped pond held children’s attentions – and real danger.
By Jackie Saulmon Ramirez | March 5, 2014
Joey, Daniel and I played games, explored the old house and were tempted by the heart-shaped goldfish pond.
My father built a rock-lined, heart-shaped goldfish pond for my mother in the back yard. The pond measured five feet at its widest point and was all of four feet deep. That pond and I are the same age and it was home for goldfish until I was about twenty. Over the years new people moved there and were afraid their children might drown so they filled it in and made a beautiful flower bed where fish once lived. The concern over drowning was valid.
In the winter of 1962 I was eight years old and hardly bigger than a minute. I loved when company came because it meant…
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