I thought I knew how to swim. I had learned in Shell Creek near Sand Springs while on summer vacation. My dad didn’t think I was really swimming, but I was - feebly. The way I swam was good enough for me to paddle around in the municipal park pool and play around in the ocean. Therefore, when the announcement was made on the school intercom for the start of a swim team in high school, I was ready. I showed up for the practices and promptly learned that I didn’t really know how to swim.