slap the ground harder
just seven, but who else
had ever flunked "swimming"?
—Simply Haiku, Spring 2008, vol 6 no 1
Those swimming lessons, at the public pool down the street, were the first I ever had. I was doing okay, I thought, until I made it to one of the intermediate levels, taught by a "mean" sixteen-year-old who liked to yell. At least, that's my excuse.
That pool is still there.