The hottest day of the summer. And that water looked so inviting.
“Come on, Luce. You can’t not swim on a day like today.”
I could, cos I couldn’t swim. And that river was deeper than me.
“Jo, grab her feet.”
No!
“Terri, her arms. Throw her in.”
NO!
But my screams didn’t save me. Into the water, glug, glug, glug, arms thrashing, feet kicking. Somehow I managed to surface, gulp air and paddle the water.
Hey, I was afloat. And I was paddling back to the bank. But why did I want the bank? I was swimming, of sorts, and this water was cool.
Not quite how I learned to swim. No one helped me, I jumped in. But the consequences played out the same
Swimming for the first time can be tough, but with determination, one becomes able to swim. Me too, I was like that.
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I was younger than Luce when I learned to swim (I’d not yet started school), but everyone else was jumping into the river, so I did, too.
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That’s so nice 👍 I learned to swim while I was on the fifth or the sixth grade.
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That’s great
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Thanks, Wolfgang. That’s not the real place where I learned to swim, but it is where, as a teenager, I swam with my friends
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