In the depths of my memory, many things I did with my father still live. These things have come to represent, in fact, what I call  __1__ and love.

I don’t remember my father ever getting into a swimming pool. But he did __2__the water. Any kind of __3__ride seemed to give him pleasure. __4__he loved to fish; sometimes he took me along.

But I never really liked being on the water, the way my father did. I liked being __5__the water, moving through it, __6__it all around me. I was not a strong __7__, or one who learned to swim early, for I had my __8__. But I loved being in the swimming pool close to my father’s office and __9__those summer days with my father, who __10__ come by on a break. I needed him to see what I could do. My father would stand there in his suit, the __11__person not in swimsuit.