Facing fear & learning to sail in New Zealand
When I was three and a half, my mother asked a friend to watch over me when she went to the washroom at our local swimming pool. I promptly fell into the deep end and almost drowned. Given my age at the time, I have only hazy memories of panic and being overwhelmed by water, and then of the eyes of the lifeguard on duty.
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