It was a local meet in Sacramento. After one of the swims, my mother took me to an area where there were three circles on the ground—6, 5, 4—and a little staircase with the numbers 3, 2, 1. They told me to stand on number 5 and gave me a purple ribbon. But I realized that if I’d swum faster, I would have made it up that staircase. So I took the ribbon off, and to this day, I can’t stand the color purple.