That time of year
Sean had long heard the story of a family tradition. Apparently, his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather had all been able to walk on water on their 18th birthday.
On that special day, they would walk across the lake to their local pub, Murphy’s Bar, for their first legal drink.

So when Sean's 18th birthday came around, he and his friend Mick took a boat, rowed out to the middle of the lake, and Sean stepped out confidently.
He immediately sank like a stone and nearly drowned.

Mick managed to pull him back into the boat just in time.
Confused and furious, Sean went to see his grandmother.
"Gran, ’tis my 18th birthday! Why couldn’t I walk on water like me father, me grandfather, and his father before him?"
Grandma looked at Sean with kind, knowing eyes and said,
"Because they were all born in January, when the lake was frozen over…
You were born in August, ye feckin' eejit!"


