Swimming and Running

So on Friday night I went to spend the weekend in the "suburbs" with my mom's parents outside of Detroit. I had never been to anyplace where you have your own dog park, where you can pee and poop without having to have someone clean it up, and where you can. . .Get this. . . SWIM!!!! I am serious! Swimming! I went swimming in the lake. You see it all started very innocently. I had just gone for a run with my dad on a wooded trail (also a first time), and my dad let me off the leash. I learned that if you run ahead, all you have to do is wait a second or two and you will be found, but you have to stay still.

Anyway back to swimming, so we came back from our run, grabbed a drink of water out of the hose, and went to the backyard. You see, being the fact that I try not to ever look tired around my dad, I grabbed the ball and we started doing a game of fetch. Shortly but surely we started moving closer and closer to the water (there is a lake in my grandparents backyard), and then I realized it was a GIGANTIC water bowl, filled with stuff to eat!!!!

So I made my way into the water and began gorging! After a few minutes my dad decided to throw the ball in to the water! I was a little frightened at first, but because I know my dad would NEVER do anything to harm me I went for it. I started to go under! It was terrifying! But then I came up! and I could swim! I could swim!!! I grabbed the ball and brought it back to my dad! He threw it back! I dove in to get it! And we were swimming!

Today I learned that if you don't know how to do something, just go for it, you might drown for a few minutes but you will come up!