While Maddy is in the YMCA regretting and panicking about getting back into water the thought of her fish help calm her nerves, “It calms me to imagine them swimming in their pH balance environment, the clown loaches looking around near the bottom of the freshwater tank, the Pearl flirting in a stand of bamboo plant. Tonight, for the first time, I'll begin to know what my fish have known all their lives; how to breathe underwater” (3). The reference to water here in order to show the reader how significant water is to the story. Water can be seen as a symbol of flowing, calm, cool, but others can see it as a fear. And since Maddy has seen it as fear the fish help calm those thoughts.
The ocean were so calm, it barely moving my boat. It was peaceful and relaxing as I enjoyed my morning fishing. I tightly squeezed my eyes as I hooked the last bait and casted the line. I gently placed the rod against the side to catch one more fish before heading home. The boat was showered with warmth and sunshine.
My brothers were struggling a little bit to go into the water. My middle-aged brother ran back to my mom crying, with the assumption that he had salt water in his eyes. The waves splashed and thundered across the empty sand floor. just a few minutes I was diving head first into the water. Tearing me from the safe beach to the vast empty void of the sea.
I nearly drowned when I swam into the deep end of my friends pool , my mother had to jump in and pull me out of the water. Immediately afterwards my parents placed me in swim lessons. I struggled with swimming at first, but I persisted and became a strong swimmer. As my skills improved my parents had me join swim teams where I managed to go to the League Championship. Then I decided to apply my skills to lifeguarding.
I am suddenly immersed in an astonishing garden of lush pine trees, that stretch over hill tops until you can only see the color green and not of what makes it. When I look down I see the water darting past me and behind me I can see the miniature wake that replicates the boat in front of me. When I cut across the wake of the boat at high-speed I feel a surge of energy and adrenaline that pushes me to cut harder and keep going across those two bumps of water chasing the boat, back and forth. If I listen ever so intently I can hear my lavender ski singing, she whistles to me as I glide across the glassy
However, a traumatizing incident involving a murky lake and a leech leaves the protagonist with a chronic fear of any water that wasn’t a public pool. “For the rest of the summer, I refused to go in the water.” Once again, she is afraid of the water, however, she is unable to overcome these obstacles as she once had. It is assumed that her early childhood fears of the water were not completely extinguished, even with her natural talent as a swimmer. Due to the pressure from her father, it is likely that the protagonist felt compelled to ignore any feelings of foreboding of the water and seek his approval and praise of her skill. Nonetheless, her initial feelings of fear had made their mark.
She looks at the river every day and she longs to swim in it. At the beginning of the story, it is a hot day and the woman knows that if she goes to the river now, she will have it all to herself- no one will see her. The unnamed woman keeps considering the river and fear keeps striking her mind. Notwithstanding her fear of the river, she eventually decides to go for a swim. After swimming in the river and meeting the swan for the first time, she keeps returning to the river and to the swan.
The pool of water was like none that I had ever seen before. The sun reflected off its silvery surface in a rainbow of dazzling colours. I dropped a pebble into the pool, expecting to see a multitude of ripples rippling from the point of entry- but the pebble simply disappeared. Curious, I stretched down, extending my finger to touch the metallic surface. The moment I touched the water it sent a feeling of amazement through my nervous system.
No one will see. Why she minds this, she doesn’t know? Every day she looks out at the river, and longs to swim in it.” For some reason, she fights the natural urge inside of her to go swimming. Inside her head, she tries to figure out, why she is scared of swimming in the river. “An unnamed fear stirs her thoughts, takes a shape.
An Ocean Away Daniel I look at a fixed point on the horizon, not to still my nausea, but to take my mind off something I’ve been keeping repressed. The spray from the sea water flicks in my eyes making them water, the salty smell of the ocean filling my senses, burning my nose. My boat chops through the waves like a hot knife through butter, azure water pushed aside either side. I hear the powerful flap of seagulls’ wings above me as it searches for its next meal. I pray it's not the only living thing out here in this desolate place.