Sunday, March 06, 2011
.....and the reasons why it is the biggest.
When I was in grade 4, about 7 or 8 years old, my school went to the pool for swimming lessons. Even in the beginning, I wasn't really fond of water and I was pretty short - about 4' tall - and the shallow end was 4' so instantly I had an issue. My lifeguard/instructor told me that I had two choices: get in or she would throw me in. Needless to say, the rest of the "lesson" didn't go so well. It was almost 10 years before anyone could get me into water again. I was 30 when I took my next set of swim lessons. I did okay I suppose, I'll never win any medals but at least I won't drown without a fight. The only really, REALLY good thing is that I didn't pass my fear on to my boys. Logan is one step away from "Junior lifeguard" and Colin loves the water almost as much as his brother.
Kind of takes the edge off the insecurity.