I was eleven before I owned a bathing suit. I cannot even remember learning to swim. I think I was sorta like a puppy, it just came about naturally.
I do remember my first encounter with a creek. The Davis’s, a black family, lived below us in High Shoals. Dad Pastored a country church. There was a creek on their property, more like a brook. the deepest place was probably 12 inches. Shirl and I would go down and play with the kids. Sometimes in the barn in the hay and sometimes wading the creek and jumping rocks. I don’t remember, but I am sure I got wet on hot days.
The next church dad pastored was in town and no creeks close by. But when they had a baptizing, I always felt the need to be baptized, so dad would baptize me. A couple times I felt he held me under a little long to try to make sure it would take. LOL. If baptizing will do the trick, and the Lord is keeping track, I have racked up at least 20 baptizing's. LOL
Then we moved to Albemarle, NC. I was introduced to Long Creek. All the boys swam in the creek. I don’t remember anyone having a bathing suit. You either went nekkid, or wore your underwear. I wore my underwear a couple times, but found out that mama did not appreciate muddy drawers. Girls were not allowed, just boys. In my entire life, I cannot remember having more fun than swimming (until I met Sherry).
Even my dog Ace (an English Spaniel) loved the creek. Swimming nekkid also got a 4th grader, who sometimes swam with 8th graders, a lesson, you learned boys grew hair….. under their arms. LOL. Physical education in the creek.
My first trunks were given to me. Von Dale, my best friend in Albemarle, knew about Rock Creek Park and a public swimming pool. Being from very strict religious folks it was considered a sin to go in swimming with girls, we couldn’t let our parents know. Hey, since I had been baptized enough times I didn’t worry too much. And who cared about girls anyway?LOL
SWIM all day for 25 cents. We went there planning to swimming in our cut-off pants. The manager would not allow that, but gave us bathing suits that had been abandoned. He had a barrel of them.
Man I was in high cotton! Shucks, I’ve been lucky all my life!!!!
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