So, I’m a decade (or three) younger than my classmates.
I move as though I’m a decade (or three) older.
Don’t let those ladies with saggy swimsuit fool you for a second. They can kick some aqua-ass!!!
I emerged from the pool like lead jelly. It was amazing! I can’t wait to go back.
Of course they joy I found in frog kicks down lane three was because of the knowledge that I was bettering myself. I am becoming stronger and sleeker and more determined. It had nothing to do with the blissful hour and a half out. All by myself. With nary a toddler in sight. Nope, that’s not it at all.