Swimming

My father. He used to take me with him at a nearby pond when I was a 5 year old kid. He would make me float, by supporting me at my belly using his both hands and ask me to slap and kick the water. A few days later, he started supporting me using his right palm. Later on, he used his indicating finger only. One day, I realized that he was not using anything, he was not supporting me at all. I realized that I was swimming in my own.
 
My aunt.

I don't remember how old I was at the time but she tricked me into jumping into the pool. She told me she'd catch me if I jumped and I did. Well, she didn't catch me but she got me to swim, on my own, to the side of the pool. Some people might think this is mean or cruel but not to me. She got me to learn how to swim and it didn't take that long. Plus, I trusted my aunt to not let me drown. As long as I was still paddling and keeping my head above the water, I was okay. My aunt was always close enough to me that she could pull me up out of the water if she saw that I was in trouble.
 
I really don't remember, probably my Dad.

I like rivers, lakes and seas, but I try to avoid swimming pools. My eyes are really intolerant of chlorine (or something that they use in pools) and I am literally crying the whole time I'm in there, it's not a good look.
 
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