Swim with the fishies
It turns out I did not. So I’m still alive. And I also didn't swim last night with E. Though she did have her lesson. So the lesson. Okay I’m not trying to be rude but I think my swimming lessons consisted of Den throwing me in the pool and or ocean, smoking a cig, nodding and walking away. I vaguely remember a kickboard and some flutter kicking. I think I learned the strokes at Sandpipers in NYC in the winter, actually. There, I also learned how to make a flotation device out of a flannel shirt. For real. Sandpipers was dope.
We used to go to the pool across from dangerous Asser Levy for lessons. It was this Olympic sized college pool in Hunter College and all the kids in the neighborhood signed up and were taught by this couple, I think last name Collins. So mama swam and swam. Mama could swim. So basically I was good for being a lightening rod champ 25 yard dash kind of thing and then I dropped dead. Like no stamina. But for the one lap? Watch out. Ha and then literally if there were a second lap it would be scuba diver's hunting for my twelve year old body.
Anyway E's lesson last night was like....hmmm different than mine were. I mean first of all I spent several unstructured weekends swimming with this child in the pool and the scary Long Island Sound. LIS is dark and scary water that does not welcome you. Caitlen and Brad know it. The riptides and the harshness... but we would go in come hell or high-water every day over the summer. It didn't matter if the flag was white, blue, red, red with a dot on it. Red with somebody's blood on it. We were in that ocean. All day every day.
And as I have said, E is a mini me so she took to the ocean as I did. And we played for hours and hours because the weekend I took her up there the tide and temperature were perfect for her. It wasn't calm, but it wasn't kick you down put your face in the sand and break a couple of bones rough, either. It was just awesome. So I was a little disappointed when I went to the swim lesson and they spent forty-five minutes pushing off the side of the pool floating on her back. I was like, well she can also body surf.....and rescue people off the Titanic.
We used to go to the pool across from dangerous Asser Levy for lessons. It was this Olympic sized college pool in Hunter College and all the kids in the neighborhood signed up and were taught by this couple, I think last name Collins. So mama swam and swam. Mama could swim. So basically I was good for being a lightening rod champ 25 yard dash kind of thing and then I dropped dead. Like no stamina. But for the one lap? Watch out. Ha and then literally if there were a second lap it would be scuba diver's hunting for my twelve year old body.
Anyway E's lesson last night was like....hmmm different than mine were. I mean first of all I spent several unstructured weekends swimming with this child in the pool and the scary Long Island Sound. LIS is dark and scary water that does not welcome you. Caitlen and Brad know it. The riptides and the harshness... but we would go in come hell or high-water every day over the summer. It didn't matter if the flag was white, blue, red, red with a dot on it. Red with somebody's blood on it. We were in that ocean. All day every day.
And as I have said, E is a mini me so she took to the ocean as I did. And we played for hours and hours because the weekend I took her up there the tide and temperature were perfect for her. It wasn't calm, but it wasn't kick you down put your face in the sand and break a couple of bones rough, either. It was just awesome. So I was a little disappointed when I went to the swim lesson and they spent forty-five minutes pushing off the side of the pool floating on her back. I was like, well she can also body surf.....and rescue people off the Titanic.
Red flag was the norm. They were great times and really want our kids to learn how to handle the rough waters of long island, or anywhere
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