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Originally Posted by Mr_Tomahawk
Drowning.
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I do think, in my entire life [absent nearly missed collisions, which resulted in no injury at all], the closest I came to death was nearly drowning in a pond at a friend's, we waded and waded and waded and suddenly there was nothing under me, and I got disoriented, and ended up swimming [although I could not swim AT ALL] in flaining and desperation, just pawing up, up, up, forward, forward, forward, about 30 yards to the FAR shore, all the while gulping in water and air alike.
All in all, I probably scared the friend more than I had the presence of mind to be scared in the moment. He had no idea I had no idea how to swim, they were an extremely poor family I knew through church, and all he could do was watch me flail those 30 yards.
I've always felt bad about that. The fear of dying and the relief of surviving was one thing, but he was such a sweet and upbeat kid, and his family were this thing out of what would decade later be known as 'Hoarder's' just old newspapers and discarded fast food containers tossed around their old farmhouse. No electric or gas heat, woodburning stoves only.
I puked 5 min solid at the far shore, then slept in front of the stove for 4 hours after that, then we roasted marshmallows. I can say it would be an exhausting way to die, but I think in the end you would just succumb peacefully.