I don't remember ever NOT swimming. You could never get me out of the pool when I was little.


A story I do remember though, was when I first got really good at swimming. My dad had no clue.


We always swam at my neighbors house, and my neighbor taught me how to swim. Well, we were having a BBQ there, sitting around the pool and all. We had this all planned out, to trick my dad...


I was walking around the pool and pretended to fall in the deep end, Splashing and all. As my dad jumped up, and got ready to jump in with all of his clothes on, keys and wallet in his pockets, I started swimming perfectly to the stairs.

I'm sure he gained a few gray hairs that day.