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Closest I ever came to death was when I was about 10. My sister and I were at a dock just messing around. There were some ducks in the water near some boats so I figured it'd be a good idea to throw stuff at them. While I was throwing some rocks at them, I lost my balance and fell in the water, I couldn't swim at the time. I remember struggling for what seemed like forever, then I remember saying to myself "Well I might as well let myself die." and I just quit struggling and started to sink. About that time my sister saw what happened and rushed over and grabbed my arm and pulled me out. If she had not been there I'm sure I wouldn't be here today.
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