She is jumping around in the water at the beach. The beach is behind and it's a cloudy day, a bit cloudy. She didn't jump in the air though, she just walked in. She looks as if she feels she is going to jump somewhere. At the beach I reckon. He's on the edge of the water, maybe the water is coming in. Cool, the water feels cool. He must be going somewhere. He's not going to let the water get him. He is getting out and he has got no shoes on and only pants, that's all. You can half see the pants, unless he has something playing. They coloured the sky. I don't know what you would call them - birds?
The waves are coming in. His name is Skinny Steven and he is going to have rest just where he has been jumping. Well that's a rest because it's very hard on the brain. I didn't think it was going to be so hard. I've got to think harder. Afterwards he'd go swimming and will get back in the water in no time at all.
I think that's a man there, he's got no top on. It wouldn't be a woman. He is doing a high jump. I give in this time and let someone else take over. Look at him, it's a good jump, it's a big jump. Oh oh oh oh I've been feeling pretty silly. I wouldn't be able to do it. Someone is just walking in the back of here. If I was able to jump like that, Oh I'd feel so good, you reckon, yeah, quiet alright. I'd have a jump too. I couldn't do it. Oh great, oh dear. I think so - he's just sitting there talking or jumping or having a swim. You would hear the waves coming in wush wush wush wush, something like that and you could taste the salt. Well you feel someone was drowning or just on drowning with their hands up, probably dive with their hands up.
I think he died and just got up to heaven.
This story was created by Joseph, Monica, Valerie, Roma and Brenda in Carinya Dementia Unit on December 13, 2012