Dawn Fraser was liquid. Aren’t we all? Only when she went to water she was halfway down the lane before breathing out. Moorabbin Baths was dog-paddle struggle, crawling for certificates in over-chlorinated water. Peer pressure alone got me to the other side. Dawn Fraser practised daily, even in July. Her body was one with the element, unlike the sixes and sevens of her admirers. My favourite strokes were the bomb and float. I was not a contender. Out of water Dawn Fraser looked like anybody else. She had disagreeable socio-political opinions and poor colour coordination, just one of the crowd.