Warning: this blog contains some swears.
When I’d go swimming as a child, and even as a teenager, I’d cling to the sides of the pool. And if I let go for a little while to make my way up the lane, I’d panic, splashing my way back to it. I’m not too sure where this fear of the water first started, I’ve never really been a fan of getting my face wet but there was a time in the sea where my swimsuit came undone and I was knocked over by a wave and I was dragged along the sea bank. I was already an unconfident swimmer, but that probably didn’t help.
