My relationship with water has been this way as long as I can remember. The wetness of the shower reminds me of my childhood. When I was 4, I worshipped my time in the bathtub. Playing with my toys—small boats with orange and blue snap on tops, plastic fish, and of course rubber duckie. If I held my yellow duck underwater and squeezed out the air, it filled with water I used to rinse the shampoo from my hair. It took forever, but I enjoyed the experience of the erratic streams hitting my head, gently pushing the hairs around my scalp. Even at 4, I felt it. The sensation of water molecules washing over my skin, harnessing the excess energy escaping my cells. I stayed in that tub until the water turned ice cold, Mother whispering through the door, “Freddy Fluid, get out of there, my exquisite little fishy, before you grow gills.” Mother said it 3 times. Always 3 times, softly, consecutively, each repeated sentence the same cadence. I think that’s what started my obsessive-compulsive disorder. (Some days, I do more counting than a stripper sorting out singles at the end of her shift.) After the third “little fishy,” I forced myself to open the drain, shivering in the coldness of the empty tub until the last drops of water glugged down.
I loved my bathtub, but in life, most good things have a shelf life. Some good things leave with such force you are vacuumed headlong into a dark, slimy well. Sometimes the force of a good thing leaving is so intense, it creates a vortex the size of Sedona, attracting more good things to you. Other times, if you’re lucky as a rabbit’s foot like me, a good thing leaves and transports you along on its wondrous journey, only at the time you feel like the rest of the rabbit—limping along with a missing foot. When I was 5 years old, Mother took me on a journey. A road trip to Naples Beach. Unlike Miami, the sand was white and silky soft, the water shallow, warm, and calm. Bliss! We stayed in a hotel. There was no bathtub. To say I freaked out would be an understatement. Mother slept through all of it. Or so I thought.