When i was like 9 years old(i think), me and my family went to B&H for the summer holiday.
Anyways, we were on the beach(which i hate).
Oh well, at that point i didn’t know how to swim. So as stupid as i am, i thought that a jump of fate could force me to swim.
So i jumped of a ledge, into the deep.
Well that didn’t work, i ended up trying to stay over the surface, by splashing with my arms.
After a few seconds, i began to go down. After sometime under the water, my cousin jumped for me(he’s a doctor now, don’t know if it’s related to this event), he got me up from the water.
I don’t really remember how it happen, how i got up from the water, other then my cousin.
I don’t really remember ever getting up from the water.
Oh well(yes again).
Now i don’t dare to go into the deep, but when that happens i can’t stop wandering, what’s down there, coming after me.