Coming up to the surface, I wiped my soaking locks from my face and took in a deep breath of fresh air.
The sounds of other children giggling and splashing around in the pool surrounded me, but I wasn’t interested in joining them.
Before I knew it, I dived back underwater, their laughter submerged in silence.
As a child, being under the water was my happy place – the place I felt most at home.
I could hold my breath for ages, dipping between people’s legs and scouring the bottom of the pool for lost treasures.
