He grew up on the shore of the Black Sea. I have been swimming since I was a child and I love it very much. And not just throwing, but with benefit. There for crabs to chase, for rapans or midias.

And one day, when I was 15-16, I went to the sea with my mother and her friend.

I just started to trust independent swimming "to the depth", which I was going to use and collect rapans.

Completed: Mask, tube, lawns, grid (type avocado) for catching. And listening to instructions from the mom about safety technology, he sailed to the horizon. The day was fruitful, and I did not notice myself not only sailed a kilometer and a half from the shore, but also, about a kilometer along the shore. Since I was lazy to swim back to get to the shore in the same place that I entered, I reached the land to our parking lot by foot.

He saw his mother and a friend at the edge of the water, actively gesturing, stood up next to him and began to look into the distance, hoping to see someone from his acquaintances. Does someone have a mother’s hand? Without noticing anyone, he asked, “Who are we calling?” My response was a glance of confusion.

It turns out, the last half an hour, my mother and a girlfriend were watching some man on the horizon, who, like me, was collecting rapans. I didn’t notice that I was sailing.

I caught it well then.