Eighteen
Two weeks passed, and in that time, Max completed his online work and two days of practical swim coach training. He’d also obtained a Working With Children check card. Now he waded in the warm waters at Little Sharkie’s Swim Center, a school a few minutes’ walk from his apartment. His uniform consisted of an unmissable bright red swim shirt, complete with a giant, smiling, cartoon shark over his chest.
Like the other two trainees either side of him in the pool, this was his fourth session today; but unlike his fellow instructors, he didn’t look fresh out of high school. In fact, he looked truly ancient and totally out of place; though, at least he could count life experience as an advantage.
Little Sharkie’s had been willing to fast-track his teacher training in light of his co
