text: \-True Story- &#x200B; So when I was a kid I was stupid. Even when I was three years old I was an idiot. I am horrible at writing so please excuse me. So to get the story started I had two grand-parents who owned a house by the beach with the beach in front of it. As many do, they also owned a dock at the end of their property. Me and my family would go there every other week because back then I wasn't in school because obviously I was three. So another thing that my grandparents had was a golf cart. Now I had some cousins that lived in a local country club so they would get a new golf cart now and then and they would give it to my grandparents. My Grandpa couldn't walk very well but he had to go on the dock and do maintenance but he would get really tired going to the dock, so he would use the golf cart to drive on the dock and somehow manage not to drive it off the narrow thing. The dock was already a big problem for them back then because it had been used since the early 1980's so the dock was on its last knees (they did fix it up a while after this), but what would happen was my mom and dad would make me follow strict rules when walking down the dock like stay in the middle because if I stood on the side a board would crack and flip me in the water which had already happened before. Ok, now that the 'exposition' is out of the way here is where it really starts. Along with the dock that my grand parents owned they also had a boat and that day me and my family had just gotten back from a day on the boat so they let me run around by myself on the dock while they helped my grandpa clean, there was always a lot of stuff on the boat when we went. As you probably guessed the golf cart was on the dock and was facing towards the water, my parents were slowly loading stuff onto it and getting ready to drive it back with grandpa. But, little me was obsessed with the golf cart when I was a kid so, when they weren't looking, I jumped on and started to pretend to turn the wheel and other stuff, but what me and my parents didn't realize was that my grandpa had left the golf-cart on and I decided to push the gas pedal with my hand because I couldn't reach it with my feet. Immediately I went flying, and so did the golf cart, into the water. This is where a lot of my friends say isn't true but since I can't remember it, I'm trusting my parents. So according to my mod and dad, what happened next was nothing a parent would want to experience. So, obviously, a falling golf cart and three year old into water isn't going to be very quiet. So, my parents came running and noticed that I was gone and the golf cart was already sunken in the water and I was no where in sight. My dad jumped in the water immediately and frantically started looking around the golf cart for any signs of me. He came back to the surface empty-handed and my mom was crying and my dad didn't know what to do. Then, my grandpa said to check in the golf cart *seat*. My dad went under again and opened up the seat and there I was. According to my parents when I was falling into the water the seat hap opened up and I had fallen into it giving me a pocket of air so I wouldn't drown immediately. My helpful tips for helping a child not have to experience this is to not have a golf cart on a dock for god's sakes...