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		<title>By: Michelle</title>
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		<dc:creator>Michelle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 20:22:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Two great stories!  Learning to swim is such a rite of passage.  Going against one of the most basic instincts...breathing air...to plunge into the liquid world.  There is a metaphor in there somewhere, I think.  

My experience was more like Terry&#039;s.  A timid child, I was deathly afraid of the water and overly dependent of my swimmies.  One summer day at a neighbor&#039;s pool, my father finally had enough (beer?) and took off my swimmies and flung me into the deep end to a family friend who was supposed to catch me.  Ahem...yeah, he didn&#039;t.  Sinking....5 year old little girl....sinking....hello?  After throwing up all over the dear neighbor&#039;s deck, I didn&#039;t speak to my Dad for a good long time either.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Two great stories!  Learning to swim is such a rite of passage.  Going against one of the most basic instincts&#8230;breathing air&#8230;to plunge into the liquid world.  There is a metaphor in there somewhere, I think.  </p>
<p>My experience was more like Terry&#8217;s.  A timid child, I was deathly afraid of the water and overly dependent of my swimmies.  One summer day at a neighbor&#8217;s pool, my father finally had enough (beer?) and took off my swimmies and flung me into the deep end to a family friend who was supposed to catch me.  Ahem&#8230;yeah, he didn&#8217;t.  Sinking&#8230;.5 year old little girl&#8230;.sinking&#8230;.hello?  After throwing up all over the dear neighbor&#8217;s deck, I didn&#8217;t speak to my Dad for a good long time either.</p>
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		<title>By: grammie</title>
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		<dc:creator>grammie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 20:29:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Y&#039;all should have been there the first time Terry&#039;s dad threw her across
the lake, or Sacco River as the case may be.  Tara went first and reacted
sort of like Kelsey, sort of may be a little bit of an exageration though. but Terry was captured then tossed over the shoulder of a very tall dad.  It was a put your foot in dad&#039;s hands, do a one, two, three and then fly up and over lordeal in those days, the &#039;70&#039;s.  I failed to mention the water temperature of the fast moving Sacco River in North Conway, NH, is probably approaching 50 in early summer.  The result was not so magical as the Kelsey success story, mother fetched the near-drowned five year old in quite a state. I don&#039;t think the dripping, goosebumped victim of a child talked to her really very loving dad for a day or so.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Y&#8217;all should have been there the first time Terry&#8217;s dad threw her across<br />
the lake, or Sacco River as the case may be.  Tara went first and reacted<br />
sort of like Kelsey, sort of may be a little bit of an exageration though. but Terry was captured then tossed over the shoulder of a very tall dad.  It was a put your foot in dad&#8217;s hands, do a one, two, three and then fly up and over lordeal in those days, the &#8217;70&#8242;s.  I failed to mention the water temperature of the fast moving Sacco River in North Conway, NH, is probably approaching 50 in early summer.  The result was not so magical as the Kelsey success story, mother fetched the near-drowned five year old in quite a state. I don&#8217;t think the dripping, goosebumped victim of a child talked to her really very loving dad for a day or so.</p>
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