Clippings: Daughter more than treading water

Posted on January 14, 2010 | By

• John Flowers
• Op/Ed

I (vaguely) recall my first swimming lesson amounting to something like this: My instructor, probably an overzealous young punk who must’ve studied under Genghis Khan, picked me up and chucked me into the community swimming pool. It was the lunkhead’s way of cutting to the chase, I suppose, reasoning in a Neanderthal kind of way that if the little kid instinctively moved his arms and legs in a desperate act of self-preservation, he was teachable and could earn his water wings.

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