In the lake in front of our grandmothers cottage there was a sudden and deep hole. My brother warned me to stay away from it. I thought I had. Apparently not. In I feel and began to drown. Now I won't tell you that my six years of life flashed before me. No, what flashed before me was my brother standing there watching me go up, gaspe for air, then go down again. I was bloody furious. 
On my third trip down I had lost my anger and was now seriously frightened. My brother again looked at me (with I think disgust) and then reached over and grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out.
I have never felt such gratitude and was gulping my thank you to heim when he just said, 'Idiot, I told you not to go there.' 
 And that was the end of my gratitude.
Kid's eh?