Growth begins where comfort zone ends
My son was furious when I picked him up from day camp, slamming the door when he got in the car. He had been downgraded from a “yellow” swimmer to a “red” swimmer. He hadn’t forgotten how to swim. The YMCA had simply changed its policy. My son loves to swim. He likes donning goggles and swimming underwater, not to mention perfecting his handstand. But the YMCA had changed its safety rules, and rightfully so. The shallow end reaches 5 feet deep, and campers now have to be at least 5 feet tall to swim there without a life jacket unless they pass the swim test. My son is 4 feet, ...