I hate water. Hate it. I think I was born hating it. I don't know why, but I do. Maybe all the fluid in my mother's stomach was too much for me so now my body and mind refused to be anywhere near it, but who knows.

My parents told me I just couldn't stand to be near water and if I ever got close to it I would scream bloody murder till someone got me away from it. I was sent to doctors, srinks, even psychics and even medicine men, but nothing helped.

I was terrifed of water and refused to even look at it.

Now you might be wondering "how does she stay clean? If she hates water, how does she shower?

Answer: by not letting the water touch me. I use a washcloth to keep clean that has the least amount of water on it as possible but still does the job. I know it sounds weird, but it works, really it does. And its the only way I can stay smelling fresh and clean without actually touching the water itself.

I wished with all my heart I would stop being so scared of waterm but no matter what I did, I still was. I just couldn't bear the thought fo touching it or letting it souch me. I can look at it, could somewhat drink it, but no outside part of my body would ever be touched by it. None!

Which sucked because my family and I lived right on the coast of North Carolina, right on the beach like maybe five houndred feet from the edge of the shore .

It was beautiful there, with its soft sandy dunes making humps on the lush green grass creating the perfect place to play when my brothers and I were children. And the way the sun looks as it rises and sets is just beautiful, there's nothing in the world quite like it. Nothing. The way the sun's vibrant colors created shadows and reflected on the deep blue water-was like artwork: Thomas Kinkade himself couldn't create any better work than what was before me.

I loved watching the sun sink down below the waves disappearing from slowly from view, casting soft shadows and colors around making the ocean appear calm and peacful-beautiful.

Oh how I longed to be able to touch the ocean when it looked like that, but I couldn't, I just couldn't my body refused to let me go any closer to it than ten feet. Then I would freeze up adn freak out running away as fast as I could.

No one understood me. I was a mystery to them, one that intreaged, confused, and dumbfounded everyone around me.

I was the freak that loved and despised water. That longed to touch and sink herself into it's murky debphs, but absultlutly refused to let herself close to it.

I was a freak of nature.

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