The details are very faint, but I can remember just enough to make a story out of it.  I was around the age of six and was never a big fan of swimming pools nor mud.  Of course my family thoroughly enjoyed mudding and swimming in the time they had off, so I remember spending lots of time in the house or playing with the dog in the yard.  The very few time I did get into the pool, I was sure to have the floats on both arms, and without a doubt someone holding me.  One day, having the family that I have, my grandpa thought it would be funny to "see if I could swim".  It was a hot summer day, I remember this because my dad and grandpa were both wearing bathing suits, and had been working in the yard all day.  Once they finished they decided to take a dip in the pool, and it was pretty apparent that my grandpa thought it was time I went swimming too, but on my own.  I can remember my grandpa picking me up and gently throwing me in the pool.  At the time I was probably the most upset six year old in the world, and balled my eyes out.  After that horrible experience in the pool, which by the way taught me how to swim, I have loved the water since then all because my grandpa thought it would be funny to throw me in the pool.