Twelve Mile Lake: Treading waterTuesday, August 11, 2015
I didn't know how to tread water. I failed my red badge three times in one summer, my hands and legs too frantic to keep me afloat for the requisite minute. But at the cottage I found the sandbar, far enough out from the dock that it looked like it should be deep. I stood on the sand bar and waved my arms across the surface of the water, shouting to my mom to look, look, I was treading water!
Dad found me out with his diving mask and snorkel, and both him and Mom were disappointed in me for lying. But it didn't feel like lying when I was standing there, my arms spreading the peanut butter like Jennifer and Rebecca, and Dave taught me to do. It felt like I could finally do it, even if my feet weren't riding an imaginary bicycle. It felt like I could finally keep myself afloat.