Yes this actually happened. I am currently 22 years old and I grew up in a small rural town in Ohio. As such, there wasn't a whole lot to other than outdoors stuff. There was this small lake just outside our town that was a 30 minute bike ride. It had a small campground, a play set and things of that sort. We would go fishing there all time, dick around, shoot birds with bb guns. Typical teenage boy country tomfoolery.Anyways, this particular incident happened when I was 15. It was common for us to go swimming in this lake that we had. There was a small island in the middle of the lake that you could swim and if you were strong enough, you could kinda jump out of the water and pull yourself onto it.One day, me and two friends were swimming out to the island. I stayed in the water and was floating on my back. I eventually drift about 30 yards from the island my two friends were on while I was basking in the hot summer sun. I straighten myself out in the water to swim back towards them and that's when it happened. My foot lands on something big and metallic. (I could tell from the large flat surface). I swam back to the shore as fast as I could and told my friends about it once they met be back there. One of them brought a pair of goggles and wanted to take a look. Fine by me, but I'm not fucking going back in there. I told him approximately where it was. What he found you won't believe.He says it's the top of a crane that is completely submerged underwater. He couldn't tell how far down it went, but he said he couldn't see the bottom or the cab where the driver would have been.So once I get home, I tell my parents the story as well. And this is where I got my Megalohydrothalassophobia. It turns out that the "lake" was actually an old stone quarry. Once they were done mining in it, it was abandoned and left to fill up with water. But, at the time they abandoned it, they just cut their losses on the equipment either because it was worn out or too costly to recover or some crap like that. So they left all this gigantic construction gear at the bottom of this lake. And I touched a piece of it. And I never went swimming in there again. The end.
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