I long for the West Coast. I pine for the fragrant trees. I miss the Pacific Ocean - well the coast of the USA that borders on that ocean. The Atlantic is a mud puddle to me. Just dirty bath water . . . and so many bugs . . . but that's another story. Today, I present to you a story of my younger days, learning to swim as I swam through my life.
It's in non-fiction under "Memoirs" or
Here's a LINK.