This story is true! ©Linda J. Wolff www.wolffpoetry.com
In 1971, at the age of 10, I learned to swim.
Going to a swimming pool or a lake wasn't a convenience.
Swimming was learned at an older age.
I remember that day.
Father took us to a lake in the middle of what seemed emptiness.
An old dock protruded into a large lake surrounded by many trees.
He looked at me with a seriousness in his eyes.
and said: "Today is the day we learn to sink or swim."
All of a sudden he picked me up into his arms and threw me into the lake.
I was pissed. But then I panicked. Down. Down. Down I went.
Underwater and I couldn't see anything.
I started flailing my arms this way and that. Kicked my legs as hard as I could.
Darkness surrounded me. I'm underwater and drowning.
I don't want to die. I dove my hands upward, pulled the water behind me. Kicked my legs with all my life.
My eyes saw the light. My body broke the water's edge.