Minds me a how I learned to swim. It was a hot summer day. I was about 6 years old. We were at the wharf near Me Mere's cottage. My bro, 13 years older, decided he would teach me how to swim. Yup. He did. Salt water can make ya puke eh?

Hey, it was at least 12 feet to the water. I remember looking at all the bubbles aND FIGHTING MY WAY BACK TO THE SURFACE AND THEN TO THEN TO (grrr) a ladder and then to my bro. A 6 year old can kick shins pretty good, even with bare feet.