I think mine started when I was 7/8 years old. Every year pretty much all of my family would go to Wales for a week or so. Every year id play in the sea with my cousins, and I loved it.The worst experience I've ever had which triggered my phobia, is when I was in the sea on my little dingy thing. I wasn't very old, and was just lying on it, chilling, looking up at the sky and whatever. Only a few minutes passed, but when I looked up I could barely see the beach. I'd never been this far out before, especially not on my own. I remember seeing a few men swimming/ diving not to far from me and they were giving me weird looks. I jumped off the dingy- for some reason expecting the sand to be there- but I just felt my heart drop when there was nothing beneath me. Luckily I've always been a strong swimmer, and was still facing the same way I came from, so I swam back using my dingy as a float. My parents were freaking the fuck out as you can imagine, and there were quite a few onlookers who had seen this little girl pretty much float away. This all happened over the space of a few minutes, but it felt like hours and I was exhausted. The worst part was when I jumped off the dingy- something brushed past my leg. Probably just seaweed, but I guess ill never know.
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