Deja Vu

When I was little my parents called me their little fish. I LOVED the pool. If I could have spent all day long, every day, during the summer at a pool I would have. One of my fondest memories was my dad lifting me high into the air, over his head, while I balanced on his hands. I loved the feeling of being so high up with the anticipation of falling into the water with a glorious splash. I would plunge deep into the water and have a moment of panic before I surfaced and Dad would grab a hold of me before I inhaled half the pool. It was awesome!

Apparently, this is genetic and I have passed it onto my daughter!