Which is probably a bit of an exaggeration, but what do you want from me...I was five.
I swear on my life that the next statement is NOT an exaggeration. I swear on my favorite pair of shoes. I swear on
She used to hold us underwater by our ankles.
I think the intent was to teach us to dive underwater to retrieve weighted rings. I never actually succeeding in obtaining said ring, because as soon as she would lower me HEADFIRST into the water I would claw at her legs until she released me. Basically, I failed the diving portion of beginners swimming. Oh the shame.
Hi, my name is Rebekah, and I can't dive.
I can't do it. And I'm petrified of being held down in water. It's my deep dark secret y'all.
So...if you and I are ever swimming, please don't hold me down in the water. Okay?