I don't know if it's my old age, or too many scary movies, but I have very recently discovered a fear I didn't realize I had... 

I just returned from my mid-week mini-vacation. We stayed in a cabin and rented a pontoon.

Rewind 15 years: My dad owns a pontoon, and we go camping dang near every weekend. I used to climb out of the dirty lake with leaches all over my body. We would all just laugh and jump back in. I bathed in a lake when we camped! I also used to catch crayfish, go fishing and help my dad skin the fish.

Fast forward back to present time: We are on the lake, and it's a beautiful day! The kids ask if we can stop the boat so they can jump into the water. My sister asks if I'll jump with her. Oh, hell no! For whatever reason, it did not appeal to me even in the slightest. We were sitting on the boat for several hours, so of course after so long, I had no choice but to enter the water. (Don't make me explain. You know why!) No lie, I had a mini-panic attack in the water. My heart rate spiked, it was hard to breathe and I immediately wanted back on the boat.

I'm not sure if you'd call it a fear of the unknown. I mean, obviously, I know I'm not going to get eaten by Jaws in a lake. I'm not going to get stranded in the middle of the lake with my Wilson volleyball. I took several years of swimming lessons. So, what in the world is it?

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