When I look back at my childhood, most of my memories involve swimming. That was my sport. Training sessions took place once or twice a day everyday. Before school, after school and at the weekends. Hours and hours of swimming up and down the pool. Racing, representing the club or the county. Up and down, up and down. And the number of swimming costumes I used to get through doesn’t even bear thinking about. When history repeats itself A few weeks ago, I filled in a form on my old swimming club’s website. They take children from five years old…

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