In the swim, unafraid

When I was a little girl, I was so afraid of the water that I couldn't go out in a boat or get into water of any depth without being scared. I wanted to swim like other children, but it just seemed impossible to stop being afraid. Even at bath time, I had to have Grandma with me.

I lived with her in the south-western part of the United States, where we worked as migrant fruit and vegetable pickers. We were very poor. Often we stayed with lots of relatives in small, old buildings or shacks. When the crops were all picked, we would move on to the next farm.

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