And I learned by jumping in over my head at a Motel in Atlanta. I THOUGHT I was jumping into 3 feet of water but that "3" on the wall was a faded "8". I remember kicking like hell and somehow made it up. I remember a teenage girl asking me if I was ok.LOL I remember being embarrassed.
My Dad lived to be 78 and never learned how to swim. I found that odd considering he grew up in Myrtle Beach South Carolina and was a Marine that spent 2 years on a Aircraft Carrier. I never ever saw my Dad in water...ever.
