Swimming Lessons

When I was six my mom enrolled me in swimming lessons. Every weekend, we went to Sangley Point which is a naval base in Cavite City and I wore my hot pink Spandex bathing suit with purple stars and frills at the side. I’d pay attention to the instructor when we’re at three feet. I learned how to make a lot of bubbles by splashing my legs around. I’d stay underwater for (what I fancied was) a considerable amount of time for my age, loving every minute of it.

At eight feet though, I’d hide from the swimming instructor. He’d make us dive and float, which I thought was too much for Spandexed me. I’d hover slightly underwater pretending I’m not there so he’d forget to call me. This is why, if you throw me overboard to the ocean, I’d probably float and paddle around for ten minutes then give up. Or I can just take my pants off and use them as salbabida.