. . . I mean I think I should qualify this a LITTLE in that I seem to recall being able to basically dogpaddle already by the age of 3 when I started swimming lessons in Taylor - the point of swimming lessons was to move beyond arm-flappy dog-paddling that developed naturally when "local swimming pool" was one of the cheap "entertain the child" options available, into actually being able to swim specific strokes.
Then I did Turtles in the swim-team (the baby level) because dad was in. Then mom tried Red Cross for a year but got pissed off that they wouldn't let me pass Red (the levels at the time were all colour-coded) because I was "too small" despite being a better swimmer than any of the adults, and put me back in swim-team, which was basically what I did every summer until high-school.
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Date: 2018-09-14 07:46 pm (UTC)Then I did Turtles in the swim-team (the baby level) because dad was in. Then mom tried Red Cross for a year but got pissed off that they wouldn't let me pass Red (the levels at the time were all colour-coded) because I was "too small" despite being a better swimmer than any of the adults, and put me back in swim-team, which was basically what I did every summer until high-school.