Illustration by Börkur Sigurbjörnsson

I cannot help smiling as I swim past the big glass window at the deep end of the pool. I think of the times I hardly dared swimming there due to fear that the window would burst open and out would swim a pack of man-eating sharks.

There are mixed feelings brewing in my mind as I think back at how hard it was to be a young boy with too wild imagination — terribly afraid of my own fictional creations.