Swimming lessons. Age six, the backyard of a home on a street called Salmon River Road. A boy who painted his toes just because, the laughter childish and slightly derisive, the flush of his cheeks. A bathing suit that fits too tightly, the pull of lycra atop the skin.
The lesson: Diving. Holding your breath, taking that leap. Just go.
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