The time I almost drowned

When I was about nine or ten, I went to Six Flags Fiesta Texas in San Antonio. My mom told me to go play by myself in the Lone Star Lagoon (a pool) and come back later, because she wanted to sit for a while. Little did either of us know, this was the first water incident of many to come, which would later lead to my distaste in and of swimming.

As I felt the waves in the wave contraption section of the pool pull my body further down, I started crying, wondering why lifeguards weren’t coming to my rescue.

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