When I was 7, in my swim class they offered…some kind of prize, I forget what…for jumping off the lifeguard stand into the deep end of the pool. It was perfectly safe but a) I was only 7, b) I was afraid of heights, and c) I couldn’t swim very well. I mean, I wouldn’t drown, but I didn’t go into the deep end without floaties because I wasn’t confident in myself that way.
But I did it and it scared the bejeebies out of me. My dad was super proud of me and took me to McDonald’s and my brother picked me up and carried me to the car because he was so impressed. :)
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