Although I have thought of this from time to time, tonight I was reminded of the details of an event that I had nearly forgotten. When I was about four years old I nearly drowned. Without going into the details of how, I remembered that I had actually sank to the bottom of the pool before my dad saw me and pulled me out. Basically I remembered the experience of drowning for the first time since it happened. It seems strange that I would remember the details surrounding the event but had all but blocked the experience of drowning itself. I remembered it happening - I had flashes of pushing off the edge of the pool, then seeing my dad coming at me underwater, and then a bit about being pulled out and lying on the concrete, but not much at all about the core event. And the really odd part is that I have never had any fear of water. In fact between the ages of eight and twenty-six I was very active in a number of water sports. My mother used to say that I was a fish. It is strange how memories can seemingly pop out of nowhere. It is also strange how some events affect us profoundly while others that seem highly significant may have no apparent impact at all.