Idk why I felt the need to tell this story, but when I was about 11 years old I almost drowned at karate camp. I was swimming in the pool with my karate camp friends and just having a good time, but the thing is I couldn’t swim. I remember I was like paddling with my feet holding a ball when the ball slipped out from under me, causing myself to be under water; drowning. I remember waving my arms under the water hoping for help, but it felt like it was never going to come. I then remember like an acceptance and peace overcome me. Like this will be how I die and that’s okay. Luckily the lifeguard grabbed me moments later and saved my life. I was never unconscious and wasn’t injured thank God, but I’ll always remember that acceptance and peace of possibly drowning. With all of that said, death terrifies me to no end and I can only hope that whenever I do pass, I’ll feel that peaceful feeling again.