Bibsoutdoors
Survivalist
I've read all comments here with interest. Sadly nothing said calms my soul. I don't know if it's just the water or some unseen "thing," mostly in the dark aspects of my mind, that in reality holds no merit. When I was a toddler with my family on a picnic at a lake, someone said, "Where's Tom?" The search just got underway when (as told to me by my parents) my mother took off at a dead run to the beach. The rest of the people stopped to see what she was doing when they noticed my small body floating face down. My mother ran into the water slicing her feet badly on rocks, grabbed me, flipped over a very blue boy and did mouth to mouth. Taken into the hospital, I turned out (tongue in cheek) fine. My mother received numerous stitches on her feet. I've never been comfortable in water, is this some deep seated fear received back then or some other abnormality? The idea of swimming in a lake or river unsettles me, seemingly always has and continues to this day. Is it the imagined creatures? Is it childhood subconscious fears? I honestly don't know. What I do know is when you all are out having a load of fun swimming and splashing around, I'll be watching from the shore. My mind, snakes, fish, turtles, crocodiles, hippos or even Loc Ness itself something dark stands in my way to the water.