In at the Deep End. Literally.

How I Overcame My Lifelong Fear of the Deep End

My first experience of a swimming pool wasn’t good.

I was eight. Mrs. Parsons told me to get in the cold Seymour Place pool with the rest of the class watching.

Then she said “Swim then!”

The results were humiliating. I went under the water and she used her metal crook to pull my head out of the water. Again, …