A very vivid memory is that. at a young age, my folks took the family to a swim club on weekends. Having been in the pool with a lifesaver on all day, and loving it, I must have had a dream about diving off the deep end and swimming all around. Only thing is, that's what I did the next day when I ran ahead of the family. I really did go down for the count when rescued, screaming, kicking. I had some CPR or something, was more embarrased than anything, put on my lifesaver and ran back in.

I try to swim but always sink. I can back float, swim under water.
If my feet don't touch the bottom, I panic. Nobody swam but my dad. OK, I think swim lessons are warranted in the future.