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My dad taught me how to avoid sinking when he tossed me into a creek while fishing from a jon boat when I was six(ish). After several failed attempts to persuade me to jump in on my own he picked me up and threw me overboard. I wouldn't quite call my reaction as swimming but it sure as hell wasn't sinking. One of the best lessons I was ever taught. I've loved the water ever since.
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My grandfather taught me and my two brothers to swim. He also taught my sister.
Gramps grew up in time of nude swimming at the Y so we took our lessons in the buff. When sister joined us we put on suits. Sister was the best swimmer in the family, she eventually did womens water polo and synchronized swimming. |
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