As a child, when I went to the beach, I had the habit of sitting on a circular float and paddling out to sea without knowing how to swim. It was always my older brother's turn to swim to me to tell me to leave, it was time to leave.
Once I was as always sitting on my float far from the beach, when I see someone swimming towards me, being the fence, I do not know who he was and he turns me over and a wave pushed me a few meters away from the float. The guy took his course and I stayed there, terrified and swallowing a lot of water.
I do not know how I got it, but I got to my float, and kicking like crazy until the rocks arrive that was as close as I had. I hurt myself when I arrived and left with my knees hardened and that time my brother did not have to go look for me. I began to cry secretly and I never told my family what had just happened to me.
It took me a few days to get back into the sea, but when I finally decided, I already knew how to swim!