Reilly is taking swimming lessons this week, and so far, she has performed admirably.
I vaguely recall my own swimming lessons, a fuzzy image of the pool, of a woman instructor, of water.
What is more clear is how knowing to swim saved my life, at age 5, when a young friend who was angry pushed me into her pool—I’m sure without considering the consequences—and I was able to swim to the steps and pull myself from the water.
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