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When I was a small girl, I loved to go swimming in the Olympic-size pool at our swim club. My favorite game was holding my breath, sitting on the bottom in the shallow water, and looking up toward the surface. The sun made such pretty reflections on top of the water that I would sit until I could hold my breath no longer. When my lungs felt as though they would burst, I'd push up hard off the bottom and spring forth through the smooth surface like a jack-in-the-box. It was exhilarating to breathe the warm, fresh air, and feel free as a bird again.