I was watching Deadliest Catch tonight and early in the show two crab fishing boats passed two young crew members between the boats. They put these guys in survival suits, lowered them into the frigid Bearing Sea complete with 20ft rolling seas with nothing to hold onto but some rope and flotation bags. One of the exchanges didn't go so well and the kid got swept underwater a couple times. Frightening stuff. It made me immediately think of the time I was most scared in my life. It was three summers ago when I first put my boat into the water. I was sailing by myself in late May on an unseasonably warm day. I had been sailing and finishing up some sanding and the water beckoned me. I was in a nice quiet area of 12ft deep water on a large, quiet bay approximately a mile or so from shore. I anchored, put aside my tools, and dove overboard. The water was refreshing but cold. Really cold. I paddled around the boat once and then swam to the stern of the boat where the ladder was and... was surprised that it wasn't down. I thought I had flipped it down but in my rush to dive in the water I had forgotten. I didn't panic at first, after all the side of the boat was in reach and I figured I could just haul myself up. It was harder than I thought. My muscles were tightening up and while I could hold onto the side I couldn't find purchase for my feet against the slick paint. After trying and failing half a dozen times I was nearly spent. The cramps in my muscles were getting worse and as I looked towards shore I knew there was no way I could swim the distance. I tried climbing the anchor rope but that didn't work either. In the end I'm not even sure how I got myself out of the water. I managed to summon enough energy for one more attempt and did some funky spideman move with the tip of my toe off the rudder. I flopped down on the deck and laid there for a good ten minutes, thanking the powers that be for saving me. Focus: What is the most scared you've ever been?