Sitting in front of a lane, watching the water, made the memories flood back.
I was too short for basketball, didn’t have the hand-eye coordination for baseball and hated football. That made me a zero in school.
But I found the swim team.
I discovered that I was a fish. I won often, but the kids at school didn’t care. There were no cheer rallies for the swim team.
It didn’t matter. When I was in the water, I was free.
The aid lifted my war-wracked and broken body into the pool.
I once more was a fish and free.
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