"I cant swim!" I said. "It'll be fun." They said. They pushed me off the dock knowing I can't swim. It wasn't fun feeling the burning in my lungs as I sank to the bottom. It wasn't fun when the seaweed tangled around my legs. It wasn't fun when when the water forced it's way down my throat. It wasn't fun when the water went into my lungs. It wasn't fun when I struggled to keep the water out. It wasn't fun when the seaweed grabbed my throat and arms. And it sure as hell wasn't fun when I died.