In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"I was just a little girl when I fell in love with my daddy, a short man with a big heart. He would take me up to the Burning Bush park to swim with me and teach me how to dive. I would never go off the high dive but daddy told me if I tried it, he'd buy me an ice cream cone. I thought I was going to drown but it was worth it; nothing ever tasted as good as that chocolate ice cream cone."
The Angle: Vol. 2003
, Article 5.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2003/iss2/5