Isisbridge's articles with the keyword: drowning

I wonder if he’s still alive today: the boy I nearly didn’t save from drowning. I was thirteen, at the lido with Julie. She could swim a mile, but I could only doggy paddle. I was frightened of deep water, especially when I saw the black lines wiggling on the bottom. ‘Sixfoot’ was one of the scariest words I knew. And ten was unimaginable, deeper even than the ceiling in my bedroom. But fear comes close to fascination, and Julie would entertain me by letting herself down to the floor and…