Floating weightless, fascinating lights dancing, bending, sparkling. The most wonderful feeling in the world, beyond words. Literally.
Until some few years later I heard my dad telling someone how Charlie (he always for some reason called me Charlie) was such a good swimmer because we took him to the pool when he was only a few days old. By this time I was old enough to understand the lights I had seen were the lights above the pool seen as my dad let me float and submerge.
So that was the beginning, or as far back as I can recall anyway. Soundwise, already said it was the Seattle Symphony violinist in grade school, so no point repeating that one again.
Until some few years later I heard my dad telling someone how Charlie (he always for some reason called me Charlie) was such a good swimmer because we took him to the pool when he was only a few days old. By this time I was old enough to understand the lights I had seen were the lights above the pool seen as my dad let me float and submerge.
So that was the beginning, or as far back as I can recall anyway. Soundwise, already said it was the Seattle Symphony violinist in grade school, so no point repeating that one again.