I remember one scrawny, red headed five year old. The first night he did not even want to put his feet in the water. When he did he completely tensed up with fear. All I could get him to do for two days was get in up to his waist and hold on to the side and just walk along the shallow end. Two weeks later, on the last night he jumped off of the diving board into my arms and then we swam to the side together.
Great memories.
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Alisha,
Thanks for your comment. I took one class as a kid, don't really remember what I learned. I just know I was not afraid of water growing up.
We spent alot of time at pools, the beach and mountain water holes.
I really learned to swim, correctly, my freshman year of college in a required P.E. class. That's also where I got into teaching water safety, lifeguarding and swimming.
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