Hey Pandas, What Is Your Brush With Death?

When I was little, I was *that kid* at the pool who swam with no regard to her surroundings. I would weave between groups of people and even between people’s legs like an obstacle course. One day when I was about eight or nine, I pissed off the wrong guy with my antics, and he held me underwater for what felt like a very long time. I ended up blacking out, and when I woke up I was on the side of the pool coughing my lungs out. Apparently the guy holding me left after I blacked out, and lifeguard trainee saw me floating facedown and jumped in to drag me out.