Today's Slice of Life is the Water Hole.
Summers in Southern California, where I grew up are hot. When I was around 9 years old, my family was fortunate for a while to live in a home with a swimming pool! What that means is, your neighbors become friends with you really quickly. Everyone likes to cool off in a swimming pool on a hot summer day.
The one big problem I had with the swimming pool was I didn't know how to swim. Plain and simple I was afraid of drowning.
The coolness of the blue water lured me to it's sides. I would go round and round the pool holding on to the edge for dear life. Never ever would I think of letting go. My family and freinds tried to encourage me to swim, but to no avail. Then the day came, my dad picked me up and throw me in the middle of the deep end of the pool. It was either sink and swim. So I swam!!
4 comments:
Wow! I've never heard of anyone who really went through that sort of training. The expression and the threat, but never the actual act. You do know that he wouldn't have let you drown, don't you ;)
I am sure he had confidence that you would be able to do it or he wouldn't have done it.
Oh my Cindy. I can somewhat relate. I went through bouncing and holding on the sides at a school swimming class in grade school. Did not learn to float or swim until my cousins pushed me in a crawdad pond and showed me how to float. Silly kids.
Your father and my husband have the same philosophy about learning! lol! I loved how you wrote this - could see it all happening in my head. =)
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