Swim Little Fishy!

I vividly remember swimming lessons as a child. They were EARly in the morning in the Lewistown City Pool. The water was freezing. My mom would sit on the benches and I would reluctantly get in for lessons after showering in equally cold water. I loved swimming, but hated shivering for the eternal 30 minute lesson.

Here's a much happier baby in a delightfully tepid, 90 degree pool.

He began lessons as a "goldfish" and graduated to "sunfish." So proud. So proud.