When I was 3 years old my family when it was one had gone to lake Michigan to go swimming and play in the sand. My father and I had been building a sand castle with sand and rocks from the beach. I had found especially good rocks in the water. Still not understanding the concept of deep water every time i would go out to retrieve more rocks I would go farther and farther out into the lake. I proceeded to go out once again testing my abilities to go into deeper water and find more rocks. This time, however, I stopped touch the sandy bottom and felt a drop off. I had slipped underneath the water and slowly sink into what seemed to be a bottomless pit. I couldn't yell and frantically kicked and paddling wasn't doing anything. I was drowning. I felt myself slowly slipping into an unconscious state until I felt my fathers arms around me instantly pulling me out from the depths. I still felt weak and started to spit up water while he brought me back to the beach where everyone was standing in astonishment. Since then, every time I go to the beach I see off into the distance the memory of myself going under, and how my father had saved me.
42* 54'31.12" N 87* 50'26.81" W
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