First time sailing, I do not remember. The second time sailing, I nearly drowned. Despite six years old, her terrible memories imprinted that, after 17 years, I still remember every detail.
Play with me for a while, she swim out far, far beyond rock. I wanted to follow, but impotent. At that moment, before my eyes appear boat rope stretch, about three inches from the water. I was delighted, caught in the rope, go offshore, to the foot off the ground. Was frightened and excited, I learn from her ngup down to the water. At this moment, the boat rope slack, I inertia, let go. I am suspended between water lap. Initially, I only see yellow opaque space segment; legs to steal, not bottom out; Amorphous hands drop; and above all, I can not breathe. On the drama I see later, drowning figures are scattered dam, cries bitterly. But I can not, I play with the heart of the sea, began to think. I looked beneath the sandy bottom, thought to lie at the bottom screens, crawl ashore. However, despite leaning hard, my body remained suspended. When stamina to the limit, I'm not afraid anymore, close your eyes and surrender. Then, sure do not understand what death is, I feel, can not freeze over, let the water washed away. Luckily, rope engulf me again appear. I put my hand was grabbed and dragged out of the water. Moments from death, was breathed in the fresh air to breathe, how happy I feel. I wired the boat along the shore, just loosen the soft sand beneath notice.
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