Same, Tony, but for different reasons. My parents were adamant about me learning to swim, to the point at where I was old enough I was enrolled in swim lessons at the high school near my maternal Grandfather's house (my parents attended there in their teens, and we visited my Grandfather often enough to where I was able to attend the swim class there). Ironically, I would return to the same pool I learned to swim in, as a competitor when I joined the swim team in my sophomore year of high school. My family didn't even have a pool until I was 7 or 8, and prior to then I had only ever swam in a rubber kiddie pool, in Lake Michigan, or in the Kankakee River whenever I went camping. Suffice to say my parents had never had to worry about me drowning, and I passed the swim test every time when I went to summer camp (you needed to pass a biweekly test to swim in the deep end). Interestingly enough, but my mother's sister had always been adamant about her kids swimming, too, and my eldest cousin goes to college on a water polo scholarship, and my youngest cousin is on the swim team at the local high school.