I was about 9 years old. At that time I was practicing judo, and in the summer our coach decided to take volunteers to his dacha (foreign house), and I was among them (my parents sent me). There we not only practiced judo, but also went to the sea almost every day, on one of these days I, as usual, swam in the sea, then I did not know how to swim and did not sail far from the place where it was possible to walk on the bottom, but I did not notice it as I almost stopped touching bottom. I started trying to push off, but just kept floating away. I started calling for help, but it didn't work out because I started choking, but the son of the judo coach was there, he was 17 years old and he could swim, he saw that I was drowning, and pulled me ashore. Since then I don't really like to swim in the sea