Remember your first time on the high dive?
You made your way up the ladder, and then stood, trembling, on the end of the board for what seemed like an eternity. Then, finally, if you didn’t fink out, you screwed up enough courage to take the step off into the deep.
My kids are lucky enough to have a kinder, gentler version of this experience. On their last day of swim lessons, every child had a chance to jump off with their instructor. Like tandem skydiving, they counted to three, and then took the plunge together. Neko couldn’t have been more excited with herself.
Can I get a high dive do-over?
