When I was four and my brother was two I was chasing him around the swimming pool in Portugal... or was it Tenerife? Anyway, he seemed absolutely terrified (he often got worked up over nothing) and I soon got him trapped between the bars on the steps to climb into the pool. He had no where to go. Instead of letting me tag him so we could go again, he threw himself into the pool. I say threw himself, he more like... leaned into it. Splash. The sight of him lying two inches under the surface, not making and attempts to move made me burst out laughing.
I have never seen anyone move as fast as the rest of my family and the other pool goers. No one else was in the water, but people were jumping up everywhere and diving in to fish him out. He was fine. And wet.
Ever since, I have been blamed for pushing him in. Which I did not do! Still, years later I would break his ankle, so that can be blamed on me.
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