Hi there
I tried to swim at age 10 when I lived in New Plymouth. The instructor gave me a flutter board to begin with, then encouraged me to 'let go'. Yeah, right. I just sunk right down to the floor of the children's pool.
My mother was a stickler for bathing fashion and encouraged me to wear a bathing cap. Ugh, I didn't want to wear a bathing cap. It was bad enough that I couldn't swim, but to wear a bathing cap as well? Nope, my psyche wouldn't stand for it.
But then, I got fed up with Mum's harping on at me and I agreed to "just this once' wear a stupid cap.
The day I wore the bathing cap, I swam perfectly: up and down the pool, across the pool, zig-zagged the pool... From then on, I wore my bathing cap because it was obviously some sort of miraculous flotation device.
When I was a teen, I was still wearing a bathing cap. One day I saw a photo of me in a bathing cap - whaaat? - and never wore one again.
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