Almost Got Me And My Brother Killed At Age 6
One day, me and my brother (4 at the time) were at Sea World, splashing in the pool of our hotel. The pool was really weird, shallow on both ends and deeper in the middle. I could swim perfectly fine, apparently able to do so when I wasn't even a year old, but my brother couldn't. I wanted to get him to the other side, so my stupid 6YO brain decided to carry the child on my back across the deep area.
Big mistake
I underestimated how heavy my brother was (or how weak I was, I don't know) and I started sinking midway through the swim. I screamed out for help, but my parents and grandparents thought we were just playing---understandable, since I had kind of a habit of screaming for grandma unnessecarily at that age.
The worst part about it, I feel, was that any selflessness I had before was sacrificed in an effort to save myself. I used my own swimming abilities to swim out from under my flailing brother, crying while I did so, and left my brother to drown... is what I would say if some random dude didn't jump into the pool and save him.
My brother accused me of trying to kill him for a while after that. Being the older sister, I tried to explain that I was just scared, but I learned the hard way that 4-year-olds are unreasonable.
We haven't forgotten that day. None of us really have any lasting trauma from the event (I don't think, anyway), but it's still stuck in our minds, mostly only brought up for morbid jokes.
So, yeah, there's my little story.
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