Over break, I told my dad I wanted to learn how to sail this summer. With one of our abodes in Belmont Bay, it just seemed like the thing to do. He then told me that I had to learn how to swim, to which I responded uh, yeah dad too bad I can... plus it's called a life jacket. Then he paused and said, "You need to know how to swim, and by swim I mean like Michael Phelps." So I guess he doesn't want me to be sailing boats and such but it's kind of unfair because I can swim enough to save my life and I mean whatever happens happens, you can't change it. So anyway, after a little convincing... hopefully he'll come around. If not, I'll ask mom.

Ha ha.