My friend Anthony comes knocking on my door asking if I want to go swimming, so I say yes. We get down to the beach, and after a while, he says "Do you want to go see a little secret spot?" I say sure. So we walk down the shoreline alittle bit, which is full of rocks. After a while, he says "We're gonna have to swim across" so we swim across, I'm pacing my self, because I know were most likely going to swim back. Anthony races up ahead. Once we finally get there, Anthony stops to catch his breath. Anthony says we should head back, because he's a hypoglaucimic(sp?), which means if he doesn't eat, he pukes, or passes out, or both. ! So we have to get back to shore. We find 2 vollyballs, and blow them up, for hope of trying to kick to shore. After several attemps, we just think we might as well swim to shore. So after 10 minutes, Anthony starts to have a panic attack. I keep telling him to stay calm, and I hold onto his foot while paddiling, while he's yelling to the boaters to give us a ride. Finally, after 20 minutes of this, someone picks him up, and I go home, and eat a big bowl of macaroni of cheese. Ok, I'm done now.