Okay so this is messed up but okay. let me set the scene not really but kind of. Alright so we're at a lake, and a bunch of my dad's friends are there and so are some family. And my dad's cooking on the grill that they have set up. we're playing music, I'm dancing keep in mind I'm like 9 or 10. I'm dancing and shit and one of his friends walks up and full-on smacks me on my ass. I'm in a two-piece for the first time ever and I'm so confused about what just happened. So I tell my dad what happened and he brushes it off, I tell him I wanna go swim as well, and about mid-way in the lake is like a doc or thing that you can jump off of. so my dad comes with me and brings one of his friends Jonathan. I could swim a little thanks to my loving mother who taught me THANKS, MOM!!!!!!! anyways we go to the dock. They pull themselves up and my weak-ass is trying so my dad pulls me up and I wanna jump off but I'm not gonna jump out far enough or that's what my dad says. Anyways my dad grabs both of my wrist and Jonathan grabs my ankle and start flinging me into the water. So after about the 5 or 6th time I'm screaming like literal terror screaming STOP. They don't and proceed to throw me in one more time. This time I hit bottom and almost drown, my dad jumps in after me and brings me back up and I'm bawling. So yeah that's why I can't really swim a traumatic experience I barely go out into the water now.... Yeah, also I haven't seen the guy who slapped my ass since that day... I think my father hid the body in one of the many hollars that this state has............8964 copyright protection550ＰＥＮＡＮＡUQbPJo3j2T 維尼

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