When I was 17, I went swimming in Long Island sound at 6 a.m. (which I normally did when it was warm enough before school). No one was around so
I waded in I got really far out, about a football field away. I was relaxing and treading water when a fin popped up about 50 yards away. I tried to stay calm and dogpaddle away. The shark (yes, shark) moved with my movements. After about 5 minutes (what appeared to be an eternity) I went for shore, all out swimming. The shark headed right for me. I saw it's eyes, black as hell, and it's mouth wide open. I peed my pants and kicked him with everything I had in the nose. The shark shook like crazy and headed away from me. I got to shore hypervalating and lay there for an hour. I was still VERY scared. I made sure the water didn't touch me as I lay there. I finally headed home and went into my house. My mother was folding clothes in the kitchen and looked at me and said " Oh my god, what the heck happened to you?". I had left my clothes at the beach and was only in shorts. I was bone white and could not talk. Finally, after about 20 minutes, I told my mom the story. She forbid me from ever going down there again. To this day I fear the ocean. Sea world makes me very uncomfortable. I used to love the beach in my youth but now, heck no! Well that's the only time I almost died. Anyone else??
I waded in I got really far out, about a football field away. I was relaxing and treading water when a fin popped up about 50 yards away. I tried to stay calm and dogpaddle away. The shark (yes, shark) moved with my movements. After about 5 minutes (what appeared to be an eternity) I went for shore, all out swimming. The shark headed right for me. I saw it's eyes, black as hell, and it's mouth wide open. I peed my pants and kicked him with everything I had in the nose. The shark shook like crazy and headed away from me. I got to shore hypervalating and lay there for an hour. I was still VERY scared. I made sure the water didn't touch me as I lay there. I finally headed home and went into my house. My mother was folding clothes in the kitchen and looked at me and said " Oh my god, what the heck happened to you?". I had left my clothes at the beach and was only in shorts. I was bone white and could not talk. Finally, after about 20 minutes, I told my mom the story. She forbid me from ever going down there again. To this day I fear the ocean. Sea world makes me very uncomfortable. I used to love the beach in my youth but now, heck no! Well that's the only time I almost died. Anyone else??
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