When I was a kid my parents enrolled me in swimming classes, a decision I’ve always been grateful to them for considering we live on an island and the only way off to get to the rest of Canada is to cross a rather significant stretch of ice cold Pacific Ocean. I can always spot the ones who can’t swim when I travel by ferry, they tend to stay to the middle of the craft and count the life rafts as if had suddenly found themselves on the Titanic and surrounded by icebergs.

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