I learned to swim when I was six or seven. In Miami Beach.
Our family was on summer vacation at one of those big beachside hotels. The ones with the vast pools and cocktail bars. Not that I knew what a cocktail was. But the pool was awesome. For a small tot, it was a lake—giant and blue with funny drawings of fish on the bottom.
One day I was playing on the steps in the shallow end, and my Dad comes over and says: “It’s time you learned how to swim.”
