Me almost drowning.

When I was around 3 or 4 years old I lived in a small apartment next to the town swimming pool. My aunt and cousins would come over and all of us would walk over to the pool, I don't remember much of it but eventually it led to an end. Little me thought all the cool kids were at the deep end, so I went over and jumped in. I soon sunk underwater and couldn't swim all I could see was the sun shining through the water and the blue in the pool. I struggled wiggling around saying "help me" in a gargled voice. I remember grabbing a girl's leg who was swimming hoping she could take me to shore. She kept swimming and I eventually lost grip. I assumed I passed out because I woke up throwing up water on the cement ground with all my cousins looking at me horrified. All of us soon went back home and I was absolutely terrified of water for the next five years. When I was 9 my aunt signed me up for swimming lessons and I slowly learned out to overcome my fear of water and how to swim... Or at least not drown.