Armed and dangerous
Sep 30, 2021
4 minutes
Robin Seeyle, 59
With his legs dangling over the inflatable doughnut, my son came flying down the river.
‘Look at me!’ Chad, then 6, squealed.
He’s growing up so fast.
It was June 1993 and I couldn’t think of anything better than spending the day with my son.
He’d recently fallen in love with tubing down a river a short walk from our house.
My husband Gary, then 26, and I had two other sons Garrick, then 2, and Jerry, 10, as well as a daughter, Brandy, 12.
Despite Chad suffering with ADHD and
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