Swimming underwater

Sometimes I have dreams where I can swim underwater without coming up for air. In fact, usually when I have to answer that “What would your superpower be?” I answer with this feat. I guess I should make clear that I’m a human and as a human, I can’t swim under water for too long before I need to come up for a breath. It sucks! Fish are so lucky.


I’m not really sure why this is something I dream of doing (Literally. Not like someone dreams of going skydiving one day or visiting Italy.). It just seems like such an amazing ability that would change so much for me (Literally. Not like someone saying that in a metaphorical way). I would’ve done a lot better in my first sprint triathlon where I totally embarrassed myself during the swimming portion of the three-event race.

When I’m swimming, sometimes my mind goes to a tragic circumstance at a state park last year. There’s a state park in Florida that has springs connected to underground tunnels that go hundreds of yards to other bodies of water in the area. I guess it’s called cave diving or something like that. All I know is that in this particular case three divers went down into the tunnels and caves and only two came back up. This happened one of the days my family and I were camping so part of the park was closed off while they figured everything out and searched for the missing person. What terror did this guy experience, knowing his air was getting low, or knowing he was lost, panicking that he might not know which way was out, back tracking or not being able to see his friends further up the path? Whatever the cause, it’s such a frightening thing to imagine. I can think of a lot of other ways I’d like to meet my maker before drowning comes up on my list.

Gee wiz, didn’t mean to get all dark and morbid! But swimming underwater… back to that! How fun would that be? If you’re a fish and feel like describing it to the group(er) of humans reading this, won’t you comment below? Thank you and please accept a virtual fish-bump from me!

-Out of the Wilderness


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Published by Ben Wilder

Since 2005, I've called Nashville home. I'm the leader of the pack, which includes a 13-year-old beagle and an 11-year-old blue heeler mix. My days include writing, video editing, and other fun activities. Thanks for checking out my blog, I hope you enjoy it!

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