I CAN SWIM!
Some of the richest times of my childhood are memories of my parents' interaction with us. Dad could kick a soccer ball in the air straight as an arrow, and my youthful mind remembered it becoming so small that it disappeared from view. Or the time he rode a bicycle and seem much too large for it! Then the trips to the Provincial Park to picnic and swim. Mom would pack the most amazing meals on those trips.
In one of our swims, Dad wanted me to go to the deep water. I was terrified and refused for several minutes until finally I agreed only because Dad said he would carry me on his back. What he didn’t tell me was what he would do once he got me away from shore – he tossed me playfully off his back into deep water! I dog-paddled furiously and suddenly realized I COULD swim! I have been diving and dog-paddling ever since!