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Originally Posted by spazlabz
I do not recommend this technique but it is a true story. When I was a young lad (about 5) growing up in Salina Kansas we used to go to a 'lake' called Lake Bennington... it was a glorified mud puddle really. My mom took me out in the middle on the lake in a canoe because I had been whining about not being able to swim.
she tossed me over the side of the canoe into the water, down I went, I freaked out and my head popped above the water, she grabbed my arms and I kicked the shit out of my legs trying to get back in the boat. Note: I stopped whining immediately as self preservation became much more important.
she talked to me a few minutes, explained moving my arms and within a half hour I was swimming my ass off and now I love water. I love being in the water....
I think I would have preferred lessons with water wings or bogie boards or something!
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I used to visit Salina every summer as a kid, since my mother and her family is from there. Have an aunt there still, she used to live on one of the cobblestone streets. We used to go to Coronado heights and picnic and I do remember a public pool we'd hit up too. If you could avoid burning your feet on the street and dodge the hailstorms, it was a nice pool.
My family always had a pool, and we lived mostly on the ocean. So not learning to swim was simply not an option.
I was shocked by the news story recently were 6 teens drowned by stepping off a sandbar and not one person out of the dozens there could swim except one passerby who saved 1 person. Really sad.
Learn to swim!