When I was a kid my neighbours used to pay me 50 bucks to water their plants over the summer holidays while they went off to Bali for vacation for like a whole month.
They had a swimming pool that would be emptied every time they left. This pool wasn't your normal domestic style swimming pool that you see kids skate boarding in when empty either, it was basically a big ass rectangular prism in the ground, and it was deep as fuck too. It had a single big step up the front that was about a meter and a half from the bottom and the pool depth itself would have been at least 2 meters.
One year when I was around 14 or 15, I was over there doing my job and as I went past the empty pool I noticed a goanna (lizard) stuck in the bottom of the pool.
Now I grew up in a somewhat rural part of central Australia, temperatures during the summer got to around 40 degrees Celsius during the day, so stupidly without a thought I jumped down into the pool to try and rescue this goanna. I very quickly realised I wouldn't be able to get it out with my bare hands (cause I was being a pussy) and turned around to see if I could go find a towel or something to grab it with, only to discover I couldn't actually pull myself up onto the step to get back out of the pool.
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At first I was calm about it, and thought to myself this is fine, I can work my way out of this. After about an hour of not being able to pull myself out of this empty pool I started to panic. As I mentioned before I lived in rural Australia, the blocks of land everyone had in my neighbourhood were around 5 acres or more, so houses were not right next to each other. Anyway, thinking I was going to die in the bottom of this pool I started screaming my lungs off for help. After about 30min or so of that I was crying like a little girl while screaming for help.
Eventually not 1 but 6 different people from around the neighborhood (including one of my buddies, his mum and his sister) got there all around the same time to see me crying and screaming for help in the bottom of this pool like some big baby. Two of the guys pulled me out and I was so embarrassed and distraught that I couldn't stop sobbing and just kinda sat there in some sort of upright fetal position.
Anyway my mother got there shortly after I got pulled out of the pool and after making sure I was ok and thanking all the neighbours and whatnot she very cleverly got a ladder, went down into the pool and rescued the goanna with her bare hands mind you, while I sat there thinking about how much of a dickhead I must have looked like to all of my neighbours. I still cringe when I think about it to this day.