My first holiday memory is in the Isle of Man. I was wading in the hotel swimming pool and slipped. I was underwater for a good hour and thought I could breathe like a merman. I was then hauled out of water by some guy and the air took some getting used to, ugh poison. I coughed up so much water and didn't feel very good. Snot with bubbles. My dad asked me what I learned from that experience and I said "time goes slower underwater".
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...as long as I don't actually die doing it, I need that experience.