It all depends on the island but since I almost drowned in the gorgeous St. Martin's Ocean when I couldn't swim, instead I almost floated my life away literally and mind you out to a place it seemed as though I'd never reach shore(the people were tiny~hmmm scary). When I released the fear and stop panicking and realized no one heard me screaming, I decided I want to lay back on my back calm down, and live, and so I did. Nevertheless, eventually, I taught myself to swim, so long answer short, I'll stick with my moms pool eight (8 ft) feet of water is more than enough for me, I'll leave the ocean swimming to the sharks. LMBOROTF Daphne Dwritewell Williams
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