God I feel old saying that!
The last time I went swimming, I was 12 or 13, and we were on holiday at South West Rocks (North Coast of NSW, Australia). While swimming at the beach I got stung by a blue bottle (Portuguese Man o’ War). It wrapped right around my waist, and hurt like hell.
After that, I never swam again. At first it was just beaches that I avoided – because I never could be sure what else was swimming in them. But then, as it became longer and longer since I had ever gone swimming, I avoided swimming pools as well.
A few years ago my family and I went on holiday to the Sunshine Coast in Queensland Australia. Even at SeaWorld, where they have a huge pool and waterslides, and in the middle of a stinking hot Australian Summer, I still refused to go swimming.
Well I want to get over it! My sister is building a pool in her back yard, and as soon as its ready, I’m swimming in it.
Although I admit, I’m a not nervous just thinking about it.
