Hi folks. It is time for the ROW80 check-in, but first, I have had several requests for the story of my first and only swimming lesson, so here it is.
It was over forty-five years ago that I had my first swimming lesson. It wasn’t planned. A bright sunny day called me to the lake shore. The sun was warm, the beaches crawling with people of all ages. It was the perfect place for a young single like me.
I strolled along the sandy beach, enjoying the warmth and dodging the racing hordes of small children. The delicious smells of busy barbecues filled the air. It was nice, a perfect day.
About this point some demon of idiocy convinced me to stroll along the docks that ran well out into the deep waters. What the hell was I thinking? Like all fools I wasn’t thinking at all. I just accepted that I was safe and that nothing bad could possibly happen to me, ever. I was soon disabused of that silly notion.
There was a group of teenage boys chasing each other along the dock, pushing each other into the water. As they went by, two of the grabbed me and threw me in. I remember screaming as I flew through the air. I gulped in as much air as I could as the water enveloped my body, closing in over my head.
I struggled against the water, but only sank faster so I stopped. I could see the sunlight well above me and so I made a wide sweeping motion with my arms. I moved. Thrilled with that bit of progress I tried again and again. Just as my lungs were about to give out, my head cleared the surface.
My wide sweeping motions were moving me slowly but I was tiring quickly. I began to kick with my legs too and managed to make it to the rocky shore. Scrambling and staggering up the beach, I found a grassy spot in the sun to dry out. As I was lying there, enjoying the sun on my face, I sensed someone beside me. It was one of the boys who had thrown me in.
“You sure don’t swim very good,” he remarked as he flopped down beside me.
“That was my first lesson.”
“You can’t swim? Oh Jesus, I’m sorry…”
“Not half as sorry as you will be if you ever try that again. I’ll kick you so hard you’ll be wearing your balls for a bowtie. Now bugger off.”
He slunk away and I lay there running it all over in my mind. Finally I rose, walked back down the beach and into the water. Once the water was up past my waist I leaned into it and used my wide sweeping frog motion to slowly propel myself along parallel to the beach. I practiced until I had no strength left.
To this day I still swim with the frog style. It isn’t pretty, but it keeps me afloat and I ask no more than that. So there you have it, my first and only swimming lesson.
So how about you? Where or how did you learn to swim?
Ok, now for those pesky ROW80 goals.
One: Write something at least five times or more each week.
I struggled here a bit, but I managed.
Two: Write a minimum of 2500 on my WIP words each week.
I`m way behind here, but I will catch up before Sunday.
Three: Publish at least six new novels in 2012.
Third round of edits is finished. I expect to get two novels out this month or next.
Four: Read and review six or more first novels by new authors. (I don’t give bad reviews, so don’t panic, I’m friendly, honest. J
Five: do more to be supportive of new and struggling writers.
Doing my best here. I`m pleased so far.
Six: Publish a small collection of erotic short stories. Hey, I’ve been around for over sixty years, and this one is on my bucket list. I will make it happen in 2012.
I have several in first draft now. Working… This is such a tease isn’t it? It will happen in March at the latest.
Ok, that’s about it for today folks. How is it going for you? Did you hit your targets? Let me know how it went for you.