When I was still at school(now I'm home-schooled), which is really long ago(I can't remember how old I was, but I know I didn't know how to read yet, I probably was between 3 and 5).
Anyway, we went every so many days(every week?) to swim in the public indoor swimming pool. I couldn't swim so I always just stayed in the undeep part.
Then somehow I ended up under water. I remember still feeling incapable of doing anything and thinking that that was it and I could do nothing to prevent myself from drowning, which was happening.
The next thing I remember is that a fellow "student" pulled me out of the water to tell me something the teacher had said(not to save me, since it probably wasn't obvious to anyone I was drowning since I remained calm).
Anyway, God really had mercy on me. I was an innocent child back then and it shows how much God really loved me.