i can’t swim.
i shall define “can’t swim” in becky terms.
can’t float.
can’t tread water for more than… 15 seconds.
can’t go into the deep end without thinking I AM GOING TO DIE!
what i do love though – are those pools that are exactly 5 feet deep all the way across. why? because i’m exactly 5 feet (okay, more like 4’11” and 3/4) and can touch the bottom to give myself just enough boost to bob up and down around the pool. this is where i feel my “coolest” cause i’m in a pool with just enough height to justify a great time without having that lingering fear in the back of my head that at any moment – i will die.
but will i…
go into the ocean?
yes, most definitely!
just…
only to knee height.
or with a life jacket on.
or clung to mohawks body.
with the end of summer fast approaching – go – GO NOW! – and jump in.
water wings and life preservers are optional.
do you know how to swim? how did you learn? let me know in the comments below!
