A memory from the month or so I was a college athlete when I was in grad school...
Although I didn't actually row, I used to meet the college rowing team at dawn to practice with them. My job was to be the coxon. (I got recruited in the college dining hall because I was smaller than the rowers.)
It was a fun job--I sat facing the bow, counted strokes, and yelled over the slap of oars and splash of water for people to go faster or look out or turn.
Until one day the water was extra rocky, and suddenly afraid of falling into the water--I yelled out:
"Steady, steady! I can't swim!"
Everyone was horrified.
"Why didn't you tell us," they asked.
"No one asked me," I whispered, truthfully.
My family takes this story as a reminder that I seem to have no fear/sense sometimes.
Pic: I was reminded today because the Red Cedar, usually so staid, is very muddy and boisterous this weekend because of the sudden thaw. I've seen little kids walk across the top of these rapids--not today though.