I love to swim. I love being in the water. It makes me so happy, I feel so in my element. I've been swimming honestly since I can remember. When I was younger and lived with my grandparents, they had a pool in their backyard and they let me swim when I was still just a baby. Of course, I was in a floaty cause I couldn't really swim yet, but it was only a few years later that I learned how.
When I was in second grade I almost drowned. I got scarily close, actually. I was at a pool party for my friend Monica, (the super rich girl in the class with 2 doctor's for parents and a ridiculous mansion with an in ground pool) and I was swimming and having a great time. Playing with my friends, chilling, doing tricks, etc. Well, my friend Jessica got there and it all went downhill. Jessica didn't know how to swim, but she insisted on following me everywhere I went in the pool. Everywhere. I started heading for the deep end so I could keep doing tricks with my friends and before I knew it I was drowning. I couldn't get up. Jessica had followed me and was holding me under, pushing herself up above the water. It gets blurry here, and I don't know how much time I really spent under the water..but I know it was long enough for it to really really start hurting me and I remember thinking "I'm going to heaven today, I'm going to heaven today" over and over. Luckily, Monica's mom realized Jessica was holding me under and she jumped in (fully clothed) and got Jessica out so I could float back to the top and, well, breathe. My mom made me get out of the pool to make sure I was okay and didn't have any brain damage or anything. I was fine, so I got back in the pool.
Monica's mom called me a trooper for jumping back in, but to me it was just common sense. I didn't have a near-death experience because I didn't know how to swim. I wasn't bitter towards the water; I was kinda miffed at Jessica for not listening to me when I said NOT TO FOLLOW ME TO THE DEEP END but we made up and everything was fine. Oh, and I never swam with her again.