I learnt to swim really late...
..so as a youngster, upon family trips to the swimming pool, I would wear a rubber ring. I didn't mind at all, probably still wouldn't. My father was at the deep end with his cousin, both of them diving in and out and generally showing off. Seeing me, father dares me to jump in the deep end.
"But I can't swim" I protested.
"Fear ye not, for you are wearing a rubber ring" says he, for he might have been Shakespeare.
So I go ahead and jump in. The impact of me hitting the water sends my arms up over my head, and I slipped through the middle of the ring and sank. Father finds this hilarious, and after what seemed like ages, had to be gently reminded to jump in and save me. I never trusted adults again.
(mcnelson, Wed 7 Nov 2007, 18:35, 1 reply)

Yay
I think we've all done this, brings back memories :o)
( zulu eh?, Thu 8 Nov 2007, 11:50, closed)