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ere about to take。 She would； in fact； stop breathing for seconds at a time。 I began to count her breaths； and I saw that for every four I took； she took one。 I suggested to her that she try just concentrating on her breathing。 After a bit of persuasion； she did。 It didn't seem to work。 I withdrew my father's pocketwatch … the one I'd stolen （yes； I stole things regularly around the house。 I have reasons； none of which you want to know。） I had learned a bit about hypnosis； so I asked her to stare long and hard at the brass of the watch as the sunlight reflected on it。 She asked me if I'd be putting her under。 I told her no。 This was； after all； just suggestion； nothing more。 I would suggest something to her and would hope that her mind would accept it。 Of course； I was a child。 I didn't say it that way。 I said it in some little boy way。 But eventually； staring at the watch so much that her eyes teared up； I began to help modulate her breathing。 By the time we reached school； she wasn't half as upset anymore about the test。
I began asking the other boys … the older ones who were good at softball and running … what their secrets were。 To get their secrets； I entertained them with my modest ventriloquism skills … I could do bird calls and the sounds of crickets and even get a brief sentence out without moving my lips。
Boys like entertainment … so they opened up and told me about athletics and sports。
They all said screwy things； but what I noticed were two solid answers：
breathing and imagination。
They made sure that they breathed through everything。 They also imagined that they would win。
This was a huge revelation to me； since I had never felt that I could win anything。 I realized that these other boys were winners in athletics because they in fact believed they were … whether from coaches； friends； family or whomever … and because they did not stop breathing。 They used their breathing … without even knowing it … to help keep their bodies working。
All right； that sounds simplistic。 But I believe that the simplest things can lead to the strongest results。
So； I began working on breathing。
This was not merely inhaling and exhaling； but swimming at the beach in the icy spring and holding my breath under water。 After all； if I were going to be lord of my own breath； I needed to master everything about it； didn't I？ I wasn't sure that I'd ever be a great breath…holder； because I never seemed able to go much beyond a minute。 I was holding on too much to my fear of dying。
This is one of the first lessons about breathing … if you have breath within your lungs； you will not die。 Death es once there is no more breath。
Again； simple。 Again； true。
〃Owen；〃 my mother said； pinning the laundry up outside the cottage that the Montgomery's housed us in。 〃What in god's name are you doing？〃
I had e up after logging in a minute…and…a…half beneath the water； right at the rocky ledge。 I had just leaned over and thrust my face underwater。
I was eleven at the time。 I tried to explain to her the principle behind my experiment； but she did not seem to understand。 However； within a few short months； I had bee best friends to the captain of the swim team in seventh grade； and by fall； I was running cross country。 I would never be the best … this was not my goal after all。 I would be a winner。
In fact； I knew I would close in on this with each sport or endeavor I tried … the other kids were lazy。 Life and their families made them that way。 I did not intend to let a day go which I could not claim as my own。 I was going to own life in a way that neither of my parents ever had。
Academics slipped in my middle school years … but not enough for anyone to notice。 I read studiously； and never for enjoyment； but to understand systems of thought that the world was trying to push at us。 I learned quickly that an A＋ in school sometimes meant a D… in life； and that in fact equal effort had to be made to excel in both spheres。 Breathing helped。
When I felt overwhelmed by it all； I practiced my breathing again。 Even in December； when the island was desolate and the water was cold enough to drown； I would leap into the sea and stay beneath the water for as long as I could； I would； if possible； use the Montgomery's indoor swimming pool for my morning workout which began at six a。m。
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That was the wonderful thing about the Montgomery's place：
They were usually gone all winter unless Mr。 and Mrs。 Montgomery were fighting； or Mr。 Montgomery had gone off with one of his mistresses and Mrs。 M was so angry she came to the island for a blisteringly cold February。 I used to see Mrs。 M in those cold Februarys； and I ran errands in town for her because she spent too much time staring at the walls or sitting along the indoor pool while I did laps。 She enjoyed letting me swim there； and she sometimes even got in and did laps； too。 Once； when I was twelve； Mrs。 M told me； 〃You're turning into quite the handsome boy； Owen Crites。〃 She was in good shape for a woman of forty； and there were times when I was with her that she reminded me so much of Jenna it was almost like having Jenna there with me。
When I watched her back； as she got out of the pool； bathing cap on； her narrow waist； the way the water beaded upon her skin … it was like seeing Jenna for a moment。 This made me happy。 Jenna meant a lot to me。
But the pool … dare I describe it now； how I remember it？ It was vast。
It was Olympic size。 I could do real laps there as opposed to laps at the beach which ended with a summer lifeguard blowing a whistle for me to e to shore before I'd gone out twenty yards。 It was off the northern wing of their estate； and was constructed so that it was as if you were swimming outside； as if on the bluffs over the Sound； you owned the world as you went back and forth； breathing； carefully breathing so as not to wear out too fast。
Because； during those winters when the M's stayed down in Manhattan； my father and mother and I had the run of the house； I could swim naked in the pool； and rise to see the reflection of my body in the long mirrors that were in the small locker room off the pool。 By my sophomore year in high school； I had created … and mastered … a beautiful； strong body； and what average looks I had were masked by health and physical near…perfection。 I didn't admire this because I believed in beauty。
Beauty is for the lazy。
I admired it because I knew the world admired it； and I wanted to own the world。
Wrestling was my winter sport at school； and I did not excel at it； but I held my own。 The girls loved me … and the boys； too。 I never got too close to them； because I had to spend all my concentration on creating who I was。 But the girls all cheered for me in the sweaty matches as I brought some great bull of a boy from a peting school down to the red mat。 Because the psychological aspect to sports can't be emphasized enough； I would … with each match … create some threat to my opponent。 Something I could whisper in his ear。
This took no small amount of planning； as it meant I had to do research on those I wrestled； so I would know just what button to push to take away their psychological edge。 Dagon helped me