I like the sounds of water flowing, I find watching flowing water captivating. I will sometimes zone out for long periods while doing dishes because I am letting the water play over my hands.
I plan on spending as much time as I can by creeks and streams in the very near future. I just got my placer miners license and I plan on indulging a special interest and going mining for placer gold. I find being outdoors, by the water very calming. Being able to mess about outdoors with the water all day while hunting for gold just sounds right to me.
That said, I am soooo lucky to still be alive after some of the things I did as a kid.
The pool my mother had installed when she won "big money" at bingo almost cost me my life when I was sliding on the ice in the winter. I broke through, but I broke through into the tarp she had covered the pool with before winter (instead of draining it like a normal person). A few more seconds and I would not be here. The tarp had rotted some and I was able to tear through and find the hole I came through. Got a nasty dose of pneumonia for my troubles.
I had little to no supervison when I was in my mid to late teens. Everyone was working. My dad was working three weeks in the bush, one week out. His wife was working late hours. Left to my own devices I would go for bike rides. I rode my bike across a frozen lake in northern Alberta Canada just after spring breakup started, at around 8:30PM. so it was pretty much dark. I knew the lake was frozen enough to race cars and drive water trucks on all winter. I knew nothing of what a spring breakup was. I just wanted to get to the trails in town and the shortest route was across the lake on the "road" (they keep a road open on the lake in the winter) Otherwise I had to go around the long way.
Halfway across I broke through.
Lost the bike. I managed to scrabble out sliding on my belly. I thought I was safe to stand to keep going, broke through again.
When I got to the other side and flagged a cab down to take me home. My pantlegs were frozen stiff I almost could not get in the car.
Having flashbacks just remembering that. Not a fun place to find yourself. Eyes level with the ice surface, plunged into blindingly cold water, heart feeling like it is going to burst right out of your chest, then the mental/anxiety/panic kicks in.
I still really groove on water, just much shallower and usually of the river or creek variety. I avoid the larger and or faster bodies of water.
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I swim like a fish. Not literally. As in I can swim very well.
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