I don't remember anymore how old I was, but my brother saved me from drowning. I was somewhere between 7 and 10. Ever since then, I've thought that it would be the best way to go.
It was the most peaceful moment of my life. I didn't know until you posted this that the reaction of my body was normal. In fact, I couldn't answer and wondered myself when I was yelled at and asked why I didn't scream for help or anything.
I knew I was drowning, but nothing about my body worked right, and I didn't feel like I could even try. I was in a pond and all the members of my family were sitting on a picnic bench a little ways away. I saw them and remember thinking "they don't even know and they aren't even looking," then my head went back and I was just looking at the blue sky, totally at peace, hands at my side like I was standing...very very peaceful feeling, and I remember being angry that my brother disturbed the process. It just was so peaceful and natural. There was no pain and no sensation of suffocating at all. Totally different than what you'd think you'd feel.
Maybe that part comes later though. I coughed or somehow dispelled water and was fine, didn't require medical attention. I think I was sick for about a week after, but that was it.
Cool looking sky though...can't imagine a better way to go than looking up at a perfect sky and know it's where you're headed!