(07/07/79)---for shore a short distance away. He put out his hand and pulled me out. I turned to look at the pool. "A crocodile, 1 of 2 on the place," he said, surfaced, bubbling water, with eyes bulging. He went under again. I went back to the house. Another brother came out. He said he would give me a ride since my chair was broken. I sat on his left, my arm around his shoulders. We drove on a narrow hall like a ramp in an amusement park house, crowded with doors, curves, etc. He said, "Here's an interesting booth called 'the House'." It had a scale model of a huge house with many doors and windows. It was like an old tree. He sped up the chair as we approached a curb. We sailed over it and bounced. I smiled. Then I looked ahead. We went off the edge of a huge drop off, like an amusement ride, like the grand canyon. The pit of my stomach jerked. Instead of falling, he manipulated the chair so we "free floated" sideways in the air. It was fun. He was calm, somewhat detached. I felt branches gently touching the back of my head. I reached out and touched white blossoms on the tree. A nut fell in my hand. He guided the chair backwards to our jumping off point. At this point, I was sitting on his lap, facing him, looking up at his dispassionate face. We came to a stop on solid ground. I smiled and said, "Wow. You know, would you believe that I'm usually afraid of heights?" He made no response. I said, "What is this I picked from the tree?" He said, "You picked a nut off the tree. Just don't try to pick my nuts." I laughed.