I was 7 I think, and my mom left me on the pool edge, while she took my other brother back to the hotel room. There were 3 pillars kinda underwater, lets just call them rocks.
So I stepped on the first one, and while I was trying to go to the second one, it was farther than I thought, and I missed, and since it was the deep end, and I was barley standing on the first rock, I started to drown. All I could remember is me struggling for air, and at the pools surface, at the corner of my eye I still remember those 2 people who were making out, I was hoping some one would have saw me, the gay life guard was reading his magazine.
I wailed my arms, and managed to grab the side of the pool, and pull my self over.