#55t055, day 8
Plunging into the next decade! In 1981, I apparently had to prove I could navigate both water and traffic safely.
Swimming? I’m fairly certain I already could—or was it just enthusiastic splashing? Traffic? Let’s just say I was chauffeured everywhere. Didn’t set foot on a bus alone until my teenage years. My old photo album is still full of treasures like these—proof of a wonderfully sheltered life!
By the way, those swimming lessons? I had them
from the Ben Leito at the Rif outdoor pool—filled with seawater, no less! Both Ben and the pool were legends on the island. He wasn’t exactly gentle; in fact, he was notoriously strict. But he was also the best swimming instructor around, with waiting lists to prove it. At the time, hated him. That’s how tough he was. But looking back? Grateful. I ended up swimming like a pro. Ish.
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