Guess who started swim lessons?! This fish! (Me.)
I shivered a lot. And I was the slowest one to swim across the pool. And just because all my friends jumped off the ledge – per the teacher’s request, doesn’t mean that I would. (Because I’m a leader and not a follower. So I politely declined. That scary opportunity.)
Anyway, I’m not sure if the combination of being a slow, scared, shivering swimmer resulted in extra one-on-one attention from my swim teacher, or if she just thought I was cute. Either way, I appreciated having my own personal swimming assistant, I had lots of fun, and most importantly, I lived to tell this fish tale.
So, I’ll be back next week. Same time. Same place. Same strategy to become the teacher’s pet (fish).