My brother will be the first to tell you that I saved his life from drowning in a public pool when he was like 5 and I was like 8, although my method left a bit to be desired having put him on my shoulders and quickly looking like a Beta fish with the blown out cheeks. It worked, non the less, and he is still with us as I soon had to come up for air and managed to get him to the side. I think he had just swallowed too much water and panic set in.
On family vacations, we would go and stay at a little A-frame log cabin and my brother and I would go waterskiing. Later, my love for the water would take me onto all kinds of new and thrilling adventures. In highschool, I mastered eight dives, swam a mile and 1/2 everyday, and certified as a senior lifeguard.
It wasn't long before I realized my wonderful hubby was at best a land luber. Yet, he doesn't mind dipping his toes in the water and joining in on the fun cause he knows I love it so much.
I taught all three of my kids how to swim by the time they were three and my oldest was only 15 months.
Later, when my kids were in their early teens, my parents moved to a lake about 45 min from us and got a boat and a jetski. (if you could see the broad grin come over my face) Well those were the times of our lives and memories we all will treasure forever.
Above, the serenity of the Cypress trees out at the lake.
To the left, is Chrystal with our dog Shivan in our pool. If you look to your right, you'll see our son Kevin and Renee jetskiing.