I usually have bad birthdays. It started when I was eight. For my 8th birthday, I went to the beach with my dad and brother. It was really fun and I was having a great time until I realized I was drowning. I got very scared and I started to panic. I did not know how to speak English at all back then so I just stayed there, crying on top of my floatie, trying to reach the bottom. I suddenly felt a push on my floatie and I turned to see a very nice guy pushing me towards my dad. That was my first bad birthday. I had thought that I was going to die.