When I was littler, and my legs were shorter, and my cheeks were chubby with youth, I learned how to swim. I tested the water with the tips of my toes and when the water got to my waist an excited and terrified feeling caught in my chest and stuck to my heart.
I ventured further without supervision.
But my heart didn't know how to swim, it only knew how to fly. So my hands and arms stretched out, fingers spread and ready for take off, I leaped out of the water with arms trying so hard to be wings, but when i hit the water, i ended up doggy paddling instead.
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