Yo, Kevin, you forgot to capitalize God.
But yeah, I hate swimming in deep waters. I remember when I was like 4 or 5, I went out to the beach with my parents and I started swimming, but I got too far so I started drowning. Everytime I went down in the water, I saw something swim toward me and it was huge. My head was keep on getting out and back in the water. The thing was getting a little closer, but then someone saved me, I dunno who.