As I said in my cottage photo post, we tipped the canoe over the canoe. I didn’t know how to swim. I had a sudden panic attack but thankfully had a life jacket on. Also, as I discovered, the water wasn’t that deep. I ended up holding the canoe as Nash dragged it to shore.
In that moment, I decided that I should probably learn how to swim. If conditions were different, water deeper, farther offshore, we may have been in some trouble.
I’ve had lessons when I was a child but I seemed to have some fear of drowning that makes me not want to dunk my head in water or lie on my back. Deep down, I mentally don’t think I can float even when people try to guide me through the steps but I’ll try a little harder.
I’ll make a personal goal to learn how to swim enough to survive.