An adventure started as challenge
It’s summer... I'm at the seaside. I hear Mum call me in a loud voice saying "Come On Deda! The swimming lesson starts soon..."
I’m sure I haven’t understood... I’m on the beach! I'm playing! And I have to leave my friends to go elsewhere to learn to swim!?!? I understand and say:"No No, I don’t want to, thank you!"
She insists (as does every mum) and above all says "the magic word":"As you wish, in the meantime I'll take Max (my cousin) who can’t wait to go".
A few days passed and I continuously hear about the swimming lessons, how Max is so good, and how quickly he learns... OKOK I think that’s enough! In that moments my first “CHALLENGE” begins... I pipe in and say:"From tomorrow on I'm there too!" I was 6 years of age!
Thus I began to adore swimmimg, on my return from the seaside I joined the swimming club; I swam competitively up to the age of 18 and then suddenly stopped. The reason, as unfortunately often happens, because of a coach who in only 1 year made half the team stop swimming. The chlorothough when it "gets into you" becomes part of you forever and the break was short; I began teaching and took up swimming and racing again: I still do now even though it’s with loooooots of calm and for pure passion as does a master! A lifetime of wearing extremely boring swimsuits... Blue, black, red...something colourful had to be done for the “poor swimmers”... and so Boneswimmer came to life.