Editor’s Letter
It was big, round, blue, plasticky and for the first few years of my life in suburban Lower Hutt, it was my happy place – hands up who remembers the Para pool! My parents built it in the backyard of our red brick and stucco home, and by the time I was a toddler, I could throw myself off the surrounding deck into the water, making it to the other side by propelling myself underwater. Mum and Dad believed one of the greatest life skills they could give me was the ability to swim, and you could say I took to it like the proverbial duck. I don’t ever remember finding swimming hard compared to my friends. While others complained about the chlorine and the cold at school swimming sports,…
