Short story - A summer memory

As a pupil I was in a camp in a semi-mountainous village. There I made friends with Nellie, and sometimes at the afternoon, we were secretly leaving the camp. Once with her, we went to the end of the village and decided to get up in the river valley. There was no one around, we took a swim and swam in the deep water - we could barely swim. But the nearby whirlpool, in seconds, dragged me to the deep. And I could not resist the pulling force at the bottom. More murderous at the moment was the thought of my parents, how they would experience it. My girlfriend was away from the whirlpool and tried to help me, but I and the water momentarily dragged her down. Suddenly, when we no longer had the power to shout, two big boys dived off the shore. They probably came after us. The first one took it, and I, the second one, on whose foot I left a blue spot. The next day from a nearby town came a journalist and interviewed us, / published his article in the local newspaper.
After two or three days I returned to my home. With my girlfriends we were on a walk when my mother came and dragged me home. I knew at once - I had not admitted to the recklessness of the camp. Aunt read the article and gave my father the paper ... I had to get it - deserved ....