I learned to swim underwater, emulating Flipper, long before mastering the
Australian Crawl or butterfly. My daddy insisted that I practice more conventional
Strokes, but I knew that mermaids and the fishes cared nothing for such
Artifice, preferring instead a supple undulation of fins to any manipulation
Of useless arms. I eschewed splashing in favor of rhythmic kicks and leg extensions
Gliding beneath the surface with measured breaths to surface giddy with freedom.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
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Ha ha … swimming! Real fun! I learned it just a few years back so that I could teach my little boy. He ended up learning his own technique.
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I’m not a great swimmer, but I can tread water for hours.
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My son used to do that (sigh) … And he never put his head down … he looked like a little puppy in the water.
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I look like a big puppy!
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Sigh, I can’t swim at all.
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It’s not too late to learn!
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I’ll be the judge of that! 🙂
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