It's My Brothers Fault
As a child my brother got scalded with boiling water when he pulled a kettle ontop of himself, the result of this was that he HATED water, a small amount was ok but he simply couldn't stand large amounts of it. When the other kids at school would go of swimming he would stay behind painting and colouring. Of course at that age I looked up to my brother and wanted to be just like him, so I refused to go lol, no matter how hard the school and my mum tried I just wouldn't budge. Occasionally I went but I hated every minute of it, and even at such a young age felt very uncomfortable wearing a swimming costume. I was a little jealous sometimes when my friends would come back with there little badges but it soon passed. It doesn't really bother me too much and I don't think I'm interested in learning how to swim, I hate water going all up my nose and in my ears anyway!!!
I did wish I could swim on one occasion!! Me and some friends were out on another friends boat, we were only about 13/14. Off we went out to sea and it was great fun, I loved it, then as we got closer to the shore a couple of them jumped in, my brother (who was still in the boat) said "go on it's not deep" so summoning up the courage I jumped in - not deep, it was like twice the height of me!!!!!! Being the idiot I was I panicked and swallowed huge amounts of water, sewage too probably, and started screaming for help. Eventually my friends dragged me to the shore baywatch style with everyone on the beach cheering and laughing, I have never felt like such a looooser in my life!!!!