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I was just remembering the night my father taught me how to swim.He took me to the lake (kicking and screaming) late at night so nobody would laugh at me.It was so dark,I couldnt see my hands in front of my face.The next thing I know I'm in the water and going down fast.I remember the look on his face when I came up for air and was swimming.
Well I did learn how to swim that night, that was the easy part,But getting my hands and feet untied and out of that bulap bag that was a bit difficult.My father did always like to challenge me.I love that S.O.B.
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