I'm back with you again here in this community with a very interesting topic. When I was little, my parents moved to Luengsa village in East Aceh when I was about 7 years old. Our house was very close to the river. The people there were mostly fishermen, and there was also a lot of charcoal production there, which was produced manually. The boys would leave every morning by motorboat to collect mangrove wood for charcoal.

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I lived there for about 4 years. Every afternoon we would bathe by the river. One day, a very dangerous incident occurred that remains a mystery and is still vivid in my mind. At that time, I went to bathe in the evening with my mother in the river where we usually bathed. While enjoying our bath, suddenly the ground beneath me began to dip, and it felt like something was pulling me, causing me to sink. My feet no longer touched the ground. At that time, I was very panicked, but I couldn't scream for help, only my hands were still thrashing and hitting the water. My parents were the ones who noticed this. He immediately grabbed me by the hair and brought me to shore.

He didn't know I'd drowned because I was swimming beside him, and nothing happened to him. I felt very grateful to be alive, and the trauma still lingers in my memory to this day. As children, I soon returned to the river with my childhood friend, and we learned to swim together on the shore. Over time, we all became very skilled swimmers. It seemed like a day went by without swimming. Once, during low tide, we swam together across the river, which was almost 70 meters wide. On the other side, we looked for shellfish because there were nipah palms there and the river was shallow.

When I was 8 years old, I dived to a depth of 5 meters to untie my fishing line that had gotten caught on a boat peg. There, I found a snapper the size of a pillow that had been caught and tangled in the line. I tried to catch the limp fish, hugging it, which was bigger than me at the time, and trying to break the line by biting it. It took several dives before I was able to untie the line.

After successfully cutting the line, I carried the fish to shore, cradling it in my arms, and swam away. The limp fish didn't struggle in the water until I finally brought it ashore. It only struggled slightly once on land. As a result, I brought home a snapper larger than myself. I also caused a stir among the locals. My mother was both happy and worried, and she warned me not to repeat such a dangerous act.

So we can swim not because we have a coach, but because our swimming skills are naturally innate. Although we don't have a beautiful style, we are very skilled at swimming. Now, even though I haven't swum in a long time, the swimming skills are still within me. I can easily save myself when I fall into the water and float on the water. Although it looks amazing to those who can't swim, for us, it's normal.

I think everyone should learn swimming. It's not for the purpose of competing or showing off synchronized swimming skills, but simply as a protection when we're caught in the water. Especially in my area, where flooding often occurs, it's a good idea to teach swimming to everyone starting from childhood. Furthermore, swimming is an excellent exercise for regulating breathing and also increasing height. I strongly agree that swimming lessons should be introduced to children in elementary school.

_{Sorry for the late entry, there was signal interference here due to heavy rainfall and thunderstorms.
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@yuliadi}