When I was little I was terrified that I would be eaten alive in the deep end of a swimming pool. By what?
I knew that it would come into the filter vent thingys at the YMCA and attack me. For this reason I tried my best to not go into the pool with out someone else with me. Why?
They would get eaten first. I would stay close to the side for a quick getaway and leave them to die. I wasn’t worried that they didn’t stay at the side like me,
But sometimes I would forget that I was terrified and jump right into the pool.
Then I remembered,
I ain’t dyin’ taday!
Weird thing was, I wasn’t scared of sharks in the actual ocean.
This, was my death sentence.
It was a toughy…
And to be completely honest with you, I still have that heart stopping fear at times when I go to the pool.
I have swam exactly once in a pool for the past year.
Fear now gone.
I’m feelin’ pretty bbbaaddd…
So for all you with a fear, follow my advice.
Have a good night