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I can only go by what I've been told. When I was a wee tot, on two separate occasions at my parents lakeside cottage my dad spotted me floating face down in the lake, motionless. He kindly fished me out each time. Thanks, Dad. I have never liked swimming in that lake, nor have I ever liked the sight of water weeds. Damn things give me the willies. I never even heard about these occurrences until I was up there as a parent with small children myself. Wonder if there is a connection between my distaste and those buried near-drownings?
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And now to disengage the clutch of the forebrain ... 
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