I could swim before I could walk, my parents tell me. This was not the result of any innate talent or desire of my own, of course; my parents simply made sure of it. They were regular lap swimmers (amateur triathletes, in fact) when I was born, and would take turns watching me in the warm pool while the other swam laps in the cold pool. This was at the …
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