BLOGATHON 2006 ENTRY #18: Swim or Sink

Reporting From Glendale, California.

One summer when I was about 10 years old, my mother enrolled me in a beginning swimming class. I had never before had experience swimming, though I had splashed around in shallow ends of pools.

I went to every class diligently (but secretly against my will or desire), and the instructor taught us all there was to teach about swimming.

On the last day of class, each student was to jump into the deep end of the pool, hit the bottom, push themselves back up to the surface, and then swim across to the other side of the pool. This was sort of like our final exam.

Each kid jumped in and swam across. Then it was my turn. I held my breath and dived in.

And I proceeded to sink like a stone. I hit the bottom of the pool and did not move. After a few moments, the instructor panicked, jumped in, and rescued me from drowning.

I don't know who felt worse. Him or me.


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  1. Anonymous7/29/2006

    just imagine how nice it would be to take a nap right now with a belly full of your stir fried cat.

  2. Nevin, leave my cat alone!