Walking the Plank
I had the potential to compete in the Olympics. I was an eight-year old girl with a lot of talent. It was a typical swimming-lesson day and I had just walked out of the girls' change room and into the poolroom. The smell of chlorine quickly floated into my nostrils as I walked to the north-end of the pool where my swimming instructor and my other swim-mates awaited for me. I didn't know that the lesson that I receive this day in my life would change my dreams and the way I thought about many things forever.I had always seen swimming in a positive light. The feel of the warm water on my sensitive skin; the variety of fun games, such as water basketball, we could play; and most of all, how relaxing and comfortable it made me feel; made me love this sport. As far as I was concerned, I was born to explore the seas and oceans, and of course, compete internationally! I had quickly made it over and took a seat on the cold gray-painted concrete floors along with everyone else. "Our lesson will begin in two minutes class, so get into the pool and start warming up!" Mrs. Harrington shouted to us in her soft feminine voice once again before she started the lesson. "Yes, Mrs. Harrington," we all retorted simult
I then felt myself being pulled upwards which relieved me a bit; after all, I was given enough time to get a big breath of air before I was pulled in. Harrington than came to me and grabbed me by both arms to pull my fully onto the surface where she then smiled at me. Our voices echoed in the large room, which made her giggle excessively. "Yes!" I shouted along with everyone else. I felt so low, so afraid; all I wanted to do was cry. "Just hold onto this and you will be fine," she said pointing the pole in my direction. It looked one hundred times as high as it did compared to when I was on the ground. I thought to myself, "it they could do it, so could I!" We all clapped after each person finished. I looked at her with a terrified expression and retorted softly, "I don't want to jump. Sure, I wade in the shallow end of the pool sometimes with my friends, but never will I again enter the deep dark end of the pool where the diving board stands. "It's okay Jean, there is nothing to it," Mrs. As I began to run out of air, I pushed the bottom of the pool with my toes and quickly shot towards the surface for air. "Bock, bock, bock, bock , bock!" They all started to mock me. Harrington's whistle quickly caught the other children's attention and mine.
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