I recall when my father taught me to swim.
I thought I was gonna drown, but once I got out of the burlap sack I was OK.
It sucked in the sack. Those kittens kept scratching me!
I’m adopted but my real grandad carried me like a watermellon to the top of the hi diving board at a public pool.....I was like 3 hours old ,not really but I was a wee lad................
...then he chunked me and dived behind me.....to this day I still go to the bottom and run like hell for shore.
..took me til I was 7 before I would open my mouth in the shower