When I was five, I learned to swim in this drainage spot where a good amount of water would gather, that was located behind an apartment complex. It wasn't far from our house and I don't really remember my parents being around to say yes or no to the endeavor. I taught myself all the basics, the different strokes. You couldn't dive because it wasn't deep enough, even when it rained a lot. I remember a dog jumped in and bit me. Yikes! I went back to the spot today and took this picture and reminisced about just how horrible my childhood really was. The dog part seems especially over the top. I mean, why swim all the way into the water when he could of just bit some unsuspecting kid on the convenience of land? The mysteries of life . . .
