It all started on a perfect Saturday afternoon in August, 2006. My little cousin Dillon decided that he was going to swim alone with floats on. He started off perfectly. For about thirty minutes he was in the pool, then he decided to go in the hot tub ( he was tall enough to stand in the hot tub, so he took his floats off ). That was when the perfectly fine day just took a twist. “Whheeeeeee!” he screamed as he jumped in the six-foot deep pool! “Abel, where is Dillon!” my mom panicked as she saw his floats on the pool deck! “Help! Help! I’m drowning!”  he pleaded. Everyone rushed to the pool and they took a sigh of relief, ” Thank God!”  we all said. I will never forget  that day, because that was the scariest day of my life, and his too.