A very long time ago, even before we human existed, were some fish, not some fish, they were goat-fish, peacefully swimming in the sea. It was very weird, seeing those beautiful half goat, half fish creatures move. Goat-fish loved to swim. On one day the baby goat-fish asked his mom: 'mommy, what is up there? ', and he pointed up.
Today I look back at 37 years of swimming. The only times that I did not swim in these 37 years, were when I had injuries, broke fingers, a broken leg and expected my baby. Oh, not to forget the times I left at 2 am for work and got home only at 21:00 pm that night as a representative. Needless to say, I took to the pool at every opportunity I could regardless of the circumstances, depending on pool availability of course. Reflecting on this lifetime of swimming, professional life and now the job title of Swim Mom, I realize that swimming bring more to the table than just being active, feeling good due to exercise and of course controlling weight.
Tail-strolling for the most part emerges by means of human preparing in dolphin aria. In the 1980s, a female from the neighborhood populace was kept at a nearby dolphinarium for three weeks, and the researcher proposes she replicated the tail-strolling conduct from different dolphins. Two other wild grown-up female dolphins have now duplicated it from her. A review directed by the University of Chicago demonstrated that bottlenose dolphins can recollect shrieks of different dolphins they'd lived with following 20 years of detachment. Every dolphin has a one of a kind shriek that capacities like a name, permitting the marine warm blooded animals to keep close social bonds.
For example, when Annie and her mother visit Rat island together, she recounts the event saying, The only way I could go into the water was if I was on my mother 's back, my arms clasped tightly around her neck, and she would then swim around not too far from the shore. It was only then that I could forget how big the sea was, how far down the bottom could be, and how filled up it was with things that couldn 't understand a nice hallo. (42) Here, the motif of water personifies the closeness of their relationship.
With my bait set on the hook I began using all my strength to cast the line as far as I could, which typically meant that the line did not go further than five feet from the dock. After a long day of giggling and fishing, the sun began to plunge into the horizon and the sky grew darker. Sitting up, I looked at the setting sun with an unwavering gaze; watching the vivid light that previously scorched my back fall into the sky's abyss. On that day, not only did I learn to fish, but to understand the finer moments in life. I comprehended that I differed from the bewildered minnow, that my life contained meaning.
She started getting a little nervous and headed back towards shore. When she was almost there, but still in a position where she couldn't see the bottom I started to form a swirl motion in the water in front of her. As soon as she saw it she stopped breathing and her heart started pounding faster and harder. It began to move faster and pull her down she started screaming so loud and she was so scared she forgot to keep swimming. I watched and I began to feel bad, but then something in me told me to keep pulling her down and show her I'm not something you can just forget about.
Not long ago, I read a news on the internet. One summertime, two children played nearby a river, while divers were recovering a sunken automobile. Suddenly, the first child pushed the other one, who could not swim, into the river as a prank. Fortunately, one of the divers saved the drowned. Yet, even after the divers left, the children were still goofing by the river.
The story begins with young Harold, born in Filey, a fishing town. The author describes in vivid detail, the beauty of the beach, “a perfect sweep of pale golden beach, crumbling grassy cliffs, and the unique Filey Brigg…” Harold’s father was an oceanographer and is absent throughout the story while his mother is an English teacher who would recite poems to him. One of the poems she recited to him, which is subsequently quoted at some length in the short story, is “Sea Fever” by John Masefield. The literary quotation here has to vital use to the story, one is to emphasis the importance of water (and the sea) in the story and the other, perhaps as a hint as to where his father has gone. “I must go down to the seas again,” seems to describe what the father does as an
In this passage it portrayed her feelings for the surface world: “On such evenings, while her sisters swam, hand in hand, up through the water, the youngest princess had to stay below. She would look sadly up after them and feel like crying; but mermaids can’t weep and that makes their suffering even deeper and greater” (61). The little mermaid being the youngest could not travel with her sister to the surface world and felt such sadness but has no way of showing it like how humans show it through tears. Her feelings towards the surface world isolated her from her people for she did not desire a life under the sea. Her determination to gain an
Roxie's friend There was one time a little girl was walking by the beach she saw something mysterious in the beach she run and screaming she said "mama mama there is something in the water" but sure the mama said "Roxie there is nothing in the water remember yesterday you say the same thing and there was nothing" "but mama I saw something" "Roxie lets go to the house so you can eat something and drink water " "yes mama" At night mama said to papa "Dear, Roxie say the same thing as yesterday that's making me worry what can we do about that?" "Honey don't worry about that is going to be fine" The next morning Roxie wake up and went to the beach this time she saw something but she did not told mama or papa she went in the water and