Same, same here. As kids in Boston, "Townies" used to swim at the "Low Bridge" that connects the North End to Charlestown. We'd swim over to the Northeast Artery Bridge adjacent to the old Boston Gardens, climb the steel girders (and we were wet!), and jump approx 100 feet into the Charles River. All the kids did it... of course, we had to take turns keeping an eye on "Sully", our less skillful swimmer!
Good friend of mine, a CMSGT para rescue guy, told about one of his buddies that drove a desk. He had to qualify HALO, and had avoided it for a couple years (back pain, whatever).
So he has to do the jump. My buddy was there, along with a lot of other Para guys. THey wore fins on thier feet, and tanks on their backs, and jumped from way up high.
Total darkness. No moon. You are supposed to watch your altimiter after deploying your parachute, and cut away at 50 feet or less.
So he is in the water, and his desk-jockey budy is still coming down.
He hears, click, YAAAAAAHHHH!!!! SPLASH!!!!
The guy had freaked, and cut away at 100 feet.
The guys in the water are calling to him, and he answers. "Swim towards us!" they say.
"I can't!"
THey thought he was severely injured, and could not swim. When they got to him, they saw his fins at the top of his thighs. His feet had punched right through.