As an 8 year old, I shrieked at Daddy's idea of sending us to Otters to learn swimming. "What are you saying? I am a big girl now.. Can't wear something skimpy as a swimsuit and go learn it with the guys! huff."
Now, at 20, I'm going to do just that, minus all that drama.
All of a sudden, I find myself worrying about a 101 things like
#what if I turn out to be hydrophobic or something!
#what if I drown in the pool and no-one realises it.
I'm contemplating on exchanging my black swimsuit to something more bright and visible, so that I'd be saved, just in case!
#will I puke if I see some gross looking big burly flabby man in a swimsuit? aargh!
Nonetheless, I'm all too excited about it, and boasting around that it was worth the wait to learn as I'd be learning from an Olympian, and all! :) He he Julian Bowling is my new coach.... Yay....