I remember my “near-death experience” when I was a child so vividly.

I was a 9-year-old stupid kid in Bohol, Philippines having the time of life by the ocean.

I remember my family and relatives renting two square balsas — I remember it being so big since it also has a cute house on top of it. So anyways, I was in one of those balsas and I was standing by the edge looking over the other one.

I looked at the gap between the balsas and my heart was shaking. It was a small gap of two feet and I hyping myself up ready to jump.

Mind you I was 4ft tall at the time and I can’t swim for shit.

Imagine a kid who doesn’t know how to swim in the deep fucking ocean about to jump over a 2 feet gap. That’s sounds sketchy.

There’s only three scenarios happening here; me succeeding, me getting trapped under the balsa, or me bashing my head when I do fail eventually drowning.                

Fortunately, I was stopped by my aunty before I made the jump. Can you blame me though? I believed that I could make that leap of faith. I know I can. I had the hops to prove it. But, I was stopped. Honestly, I’m glad aunty stopped me.

I don’t know what the hell I was thinking back then honestly. I didn’t take into consideration the fact that if I did I would probably slip because of the wet bamboo. Yikes.