Just plain me
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I would love to learn to swim. Took swimming lessons when the kids were little at a college. The college instructor took us out one by one and jerked the float out from under us and said "swim". The next thing I knew I was being pulled to the edge of the pool on his float. I had passed out. I wasn't scared, even aware of what happened. My last thought was "I am never going to come to the top of the water." It wasn't panic, I felt like I was going toward the top. I never went back to that class. I tried once after that and the instructor said I would be good if I would learn to stop fighting the water." Could be a hangover from the first time?