Thinking he had learned his lesson, I started to relax, hoping to enjoy the remainder of the trip. But a mere 20 minutes later, my dad reminded me exactly who I was with on this trip by plopping the anchor right back into the water. I think it was Churchill who said, "Those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it." He had obviously gone fishing with my dad. Once again the water came closer and closer to the edge of the canoe. Finally, my dad's voice of reason kicked in, my screams of terror singing backup, and he cut the line, millimeters before our untimely demise.