"You look young in that." My daughter pipes from beside me as we both examine the fit of the swimming suit in my bathroom mirror.

"I do?"

"Yes,, your back is bare."

"Yes it is. And that makes me look young?" I could care less about the back as I examine just how plunging the front appears.

"Why do you need a suit anyway. You don't swim."

She is right as I gave up swimming when she started swimming with friends. The pool became a kid zone - not big enough for adults and shreaking, splashing, tag playing, racing, and handstanding kids.

"I don't swim, but I need to be prepared in case I want to!"