Although I grew up in Florida, I’ve never been a fabulous swimmer. My mother, a second-generation Floridian, greatly fears water — something I slightly attribute to my lack of aquatic skills. I digress.
When I was an older toddler, my footing slipped from the shallow end of a family friend’s pool to the deep. I wasn’t wearing my typical uniform of water wings. I panicked and flailed for a bit before things went hazy. Then the oldest daughter from the family — who I think might have been 12 — dived in and fished my little lazy body out. It scared the hell out of me, and maybe that’s why the memory stuck. I doubt I’d recall something relaxing as vividly as I do that day.
What about you? Was your first memory happy? Sad? Was it frightening like mine?