When I was a little girl, my parents took us to the beach quite frequently. It was a freebie and we would go in, and into the parks and go to the beaches. There was this one, it said no swimming because of the undertow and I got in it. I had to be four or five years old, old enough not to be able to read the sign and I got into the water and I got pulled into under the undertow. Thank God my brother was there to see me. He was two years older than me so he had to be nine. If I was seven, if I was five, he was seven. And he could swim and he swam out to get me and he got caught in the undertow but he was a strong enough swimmer, he swam out of it with me in tow. Ugh, talk about scary, I thought I was gonna drown that day and my parents were on the edge of the beach waving and clapping their hands and encouraging [my brother] to keep going, and he got me out of there.Â