My swimming lesson
Many of my stories are entirely or to a large extent made up. Not this.
When I was eight years old, the unfortunate moment came when my parents, after reading an advertisement in the paper, thought it was a good idea to send me to swimming lessons. School swimming didn't exist, at least not at the boys' school where I was at the time.
Let's just be clear right away: swimming wasn't exactly my preference. But since I was taken to the pool in question and was taken, running away was not an option.
The first two lessons I sparked by the absence of an attack of asthmatic bronchitis, a condition that often appeared in times of tension. Because when it came to water, I was a shitthrush.. So to speak, I dived away from a simple spring.
Zwemles nooit gehad, zelf geleerd als 7-8 jarige in het buitenbad naast Het Meer en in de Maas.
Wel moesten we de gevreesde "proef" zwemmen als de badmeester, inderdaad type cipier ons niet vertrouwde in het diepe. Met de lange haak in aanslag moest je dan een stukje rugzwemmen, het oordeel was dan terug naar het ondiepe of bij de stoere gasten blijven.
Later alle zwemdiploma´s gehaald en nog steeds geniet ik van zwemmen, het liefst in bergmeertjes.