i can’t swim.
i shall define “can’t swim” in becky terms.
can’t tread water for more than… 15 seconds.
can’t go into the deep end without thinking I AM GOING TO DIE!
what i do love though – are those pools that are exactly 5 feet deep all the way across. why? because i’m exactly 5 feet (okay, more like 4’11″ and 3/4) and can touch the bottom to give myself just enough boost to bob up and down around the pool. this is where i feel my “coolest” cause i’m in a pool with just enough height to justify a great time without having that lingering fear in the back of my head that at any moment – i will die.
but will i…
go into the ocean?
yes, most definitely!
only to knee height.
or with a life jacket on.
or clung to mohawks body.
with the end of summer fast approaching – go – GO NOW! – and jump in.
water wings and life preservers are optional.
do you know how to swim? how did you learn? let me know in the comments below!
also – random side note – that’s my hand writing on the picture at the top of this post. just trying out something new! you might see more like it to come, rather than my usual font choice. what do you think?