My first memory
comes from when I was really young. I'm not sure of the exact age
, but I'd just learned to walk. We had a swimming pool
in the backyard
. My sister
bobbed complacently in a flotation device
, but my mother
was destracted before she put me in one. I saw my twin
sister in the pool, and I wanted to be there too, so I jumped in. The memory is really just a remote emotional impression
, but I remember falling into the pool and floating there, helpless. Time
seemed to stop, which is why, I think, I didn't try to breathe. My mother must have heard the splash my fat little body
made when it hit the water
, since she grabbed me from the pool about ten seconds after I went in. I spit up a little water, but never cried about the incident.
Since then, my love of swimming has increased, and though I've nearly drowned several times, I'm always drawn back to the water.