The Watery Grave
There is a dark day in my life where I almost stared into the face of death. I glanced over the pool like as if it was a watery grave. I walked over. SPLASH! I jumped into the pool with my small, red inner tube. I was four and at my friend’s birthday party. My friend’s brother was older than me. I watched continuously, with amzement, as he dove to six feet deep or maybe even deeper like a submarine.
The excitement was building up in me and I wanted a closer look. As I swam closer I slipped under my inner tube. I went frantic, splashing water, and gasping for air. This was a battle and I knew it had to be a battle I had to win, if I wanted to live. I was now losing that battle and I thought it was over. I breathed my last breath of air,and waited. Then at the last second I felt someone take hold of my hand. It was my Dad. I had a sigh of relief knowing that I wasn’t doomed that day.
Althoughterrifying and wild this might have been ine of the happiest days of my life, knowing that I have been saved and will live to tell this tale.