When I was a child my parents had me in a holiday program run by a local woman. One day she took us to her friends house to use the pool.
All went swimmingly, until I was the last in the pool. Everyone else had gone inside to have lunch and watch a movie, I didn't want to get out because they were having Vegemite sandwiches which I hate! Next thing I try swim across the length of the pool and as I get to the middle I get a cramp and slowly sink down, someone grabs my arm and pulls me out...
Once I'd finished spluttering due to my almost drowning, I rush inside and ask who had saved me, to which everyone tells me no one had left the house...
Thinking about it now I realise no one would have had arms long enough to reach me in the middle of that pool.
That wasn't my only brush with death.
