I love the little white fish in the midst of all the orange. I love that none of the other fish seem to care about, or even notice, the difference as they silently make their way past my camera lens. I could watch fish swim for hours: the tank in my childhood living...
My child learned to swim this summer. This might not be a terribly interesting statement, until you have a little more detail to go with it. My child is in third grade. My child struggled with a fear of putting his head underwater his entire life. Just asking my child...
