From the desk of Easton:
In the month of February (when most people are still wearing jackets here in California), I was taken to a pool and told I would be learning how to swim. Despite the pool being heated, having a buoy strapped to my back and being made to do something more suitable for a fish, was not how I had envisioned my Saturday going.
I had heard it all before – “you’ll appreciate this when you’re older,” “your mom was a great swimmer, so it’s in your blood,” and “these skills are so important.” All of these things didn’t matter – swimming was not fun.
Apparently, my whining and crying didn’t deter my parents from bringing me back, week after week.
Watch out, Nemo – there’s a new fish in town!