I was in my parents’ swimming pool when they arrived.
The sun had just risen and it was the perfect time to catch up with the kids.
It was my first swim, I was only four years old.
“This is what I like to do!”
I’d said as I’d leapt into the water.
It took me about three minutes to complete the first lap and I felt quite proud of myself.
“What is it?
You’re going to do a lap?” my mum asked.
“No, I’m going to get the fish.”
I thought about my dad and I could tell he was just as excited as I was.
My dad, the eldest of the family, is one of the world’s most successful swimmers.
I remember watching him on TV when I was growing up and I was so proud of him.
He had won four gold medals and he had the best career in the world.
I had the same ambition to achieve the same thing.
So we went swimming together every day and I’m very proud of my Dad for this.
“My dad always told me to keep my swimming abilities and not try to do too much at the pool.
He said that swimming is something you learn to do and keep at it.”
It wasn’t until I went to college that I realised that my Dad didn’t mean it.
I went into my first year as a swimming student in the summer and I began to think that I was really good at swimming, but my Dad was the only one who believed that.
He believed that swimming was important and that it should be my focus. It wasn