Learned how to swim relatively early as a child, if I remember correctly. Used to love water, like, almost way too much. If the family was ever at a beach, I'd spend almost all my damn time in the sea, until my skin got wrinkly like a gran's. Also used to do swimming, like, being taught in a group format in a big pool. Each day they'd allow us to do a last dive from the biiig tower. Or, I certainly remember it being huge and how afraid I'd be every time, yet somehow go through with it all the same. To be engulfed in a watery embrace so suddenly is quite the sensation, I suppose. And afterwards dad would come pick me up and he'd have some pizza from a nearby place as well. Mostly picked up ones with seafood since I like my prawns. Good times.
Nowadays, I don't tend to go into the water a lot. Can't even take a proper bloody bath with my size, eugh. And perhaps it's also partially me being conscious around my body and not wanting to really show it. Always tend to wear shirts to the beach. Would put on a hoodie but, y'know.