When I was 7 or 8, I was in this park (for lack of a better term) where people could go to have picnics, swim in a nearby river, etc. While I was attempting to cross a river with a friend of my dad's, the river current was too strong and swept me off my feet, but before I was fully submerged and dragged away, my dad's friend grabbed my hand and pulled me back onto my feet. I just remember him looking very pale and asking me if I was ok, so I can only assume the current would have slammed into every rock imaginable on the way to wherever it ended.
There was also another time in the beach when my dad took me and my sister a bit too far into the ocean on an inflatable bed thingy and it were getting dragged farther and farther away from beach by an underwater current and I just remember my telling us not to panic...we were fucking panicking. Eventually, we were able to get back to shore though, no idea how.
I also got stunged by a manta ray (albeit small one) when i was 11 and it felt like I was gonna die, so they put pee in my foot to relieve the pain.
Needless to say, I fucking hate big/deep bodies of water.
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