Sigh ... one of my more unpleasant memories of my youth was when our PE classes each year would take swimming lessons at the public pool. I was actually rather surprised to learn that's not the case with all states and school districts. One particular year, I was wearing my first two piece ... which certainly wasn't a bikini. And of course, I wasn't anywhere near as busty as that particular Dawn. Far from it. So, we were to jump/dive into the pool (all of like 4 feet deep at that point) and swim across to the opposite side of the pool. Well, I "dove" in, and promptly stood up with my arms covering my chest. The teacher was yelling at me to swim. But I was far too mortified to do so. Because ... my top was gone. To this day, I have absolutely no idea how it happened. And I can't remember what happened once the teacher realized I was topless. I'd say that was the reason I never really learned how to swim properly or why I am not all that comfortable swimming. But the real reason is I hate putting my face in the water, and I can't open my eyes underwater. So, if I actually try to swim rather than dog paddle, it's really, really awkward. Every swimming stroke I was taught required me to keep my head down in the water. Which I couldn't do. However, I'm quite excellent at floating on my back. Now of course, you couldn't get me in a pool even if you paid me. Not with all the reports of just how contaminated pool water is. The skin on my lower legs is just too compromised after having cellulitis several times.