The last time I tried some swimming lessons it didn't go well. I resisted getting in the water, and when I did get carried in I spent more time crying than participating in the lesson. In fact, turning on my waterworks was about as close to an aquatic experience as I had then.
So it was probably with some trepidation that, two years and some cool Paw Patrol togs later, Mummy and Daddy enrolled me in another series of swimming lessons in this new pool complex close to home.
Fortunately for everyone, I'm much more confident around the water now. I look forward to my lessons, eagerly hop into the pool and am always putting my hand up to go first with practicing something. In fact, I'm so excited about it that my biggest problem is not always being attentive to the teacher, as Mummy and Daddy often call out to me from the side.
So far I've done lots of fun things with paddle boards and noodles. The teacher has also had us practicing diving from the steps towards her, although when I do it I always seem to go for height instead of distance, and end up jumping at her rather than diving!
I'm also likely to get a bit carried away with over-splashing when kicking my feet; quite often when I've finished this, the teacher has to wipe water off her face like someone's thrown a bucketful of water at her.
But one of the most fun parts of the whole swimming lessons experience is being able to play in the big pool and go down the waterslide afterwards. Now if only we had a pool at home I could practice in too; somehow the bath just isn't the same.
