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.
You see, this fear woke me up to responsibility not many teenagers face these days. My fear drove me to become excellent at the task I am paid for. It has made me a better lifeguard because I knew failing in this setting was not tolerable, but it has also made me a better person. I take the approach I use for my job to school and sports and have seen great results. As the doubt in myself drifts away it is replaced by a humble confidence that is recognizable in all that I do.
Ralph Waldo Emerson's statement about growth forgets the fact that most things cannot be mastered. Things like knowledge and athletic achievement can always be improved upon. No matter how good you are in your field, there is always room for improvement. Sports like swimming always have something you can improve on. If there is one thing swimming has taught me, it would be that there is always someone who is faster than you.
For the last two years swimming has taken up most of my time. That time was spent getting faster, conversing with teammates, and helping the younger girls get better. After practice one day my coach informed me that I would not be making the sections team because of my time. Being the first senior in five years not to make it, I felt like a failure. For the next few days of practice I checked out mentally.
When I walked into the pool area on my first day of high school swimming practice in seventh grade, I made two goals for myself to accomplish during my high school swimming career: break the Sartell school record of 55.88 seconds in the 100 yard backstroke and win the MSHSL Class A State Championship in that event as well. For six years, I trained everyday with these goals in the back of my mind. After numerous trips to the State meet, I had yet to achieve what I had set out to do. When I qualified for the State meet my senior year of high school, it was my last opportunity to turn my goals into a reality. My senior year State meet was different than previous years.
“ It does not even matter if I moved I always had someone with me. Both twins might have differences and similarities dislikes and likes about being twins such as always having a friend and names getting mixed’ but one thing they both can agree on and probably every twin in the world can agree on is that life could be unthinkable without a
I started the swim program back in 2010 my daughter, Kasey Rein; she wanted me to start it because she knew she would place at State. She was the only swimmer through 2010-11, since no one else knew how to swim. Afterwards high school students started to join swimming. The twins started high school swimming in their freshman year, but swam for King Marlin Swim Club since they were nine years old and had made it to the senior level (highest level) at club swimming.
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.
Around two years ago, when I was just a young swimmer , my coach asked my swimming group what a swim meet was. The reply came back with some confused looks and the rare nod of a head. She then told us what a meet was. I then told my parents about this new type of competition, they signed me up and brought me to a strange place, leading me to where I am now, with legs trembling and about two and a half feet above the ominously still pool on a white platform. As I stare at the water, it stares right back at me, almost jeering at me.
The hermit crabs started to annoy and frighten me when they began fighting each other. I was afraid one would kill the other because I didn’t know that I had two male hermit crabs, and males are extremely aggressive towards each other. Still, I tolerated them even though I was tempted to release them into the fields that surround my house. Continuing to wake me up at night, the hermit crabs served as a constant reminder that I wasted my money as they crawled around on the multi-colored, obnoxious, and loud pebbles in their tank. What really set me off was when I went to feed and check on them one night and saw that one of the hermit crabs was completely out of its shell and dead.
I’ve come to terms that not all memories are happy but they are the reasons happy ones can be so much better. That being said, I’ve grown up fortunate. I have a happy family with both parents, a house, and I’ve never been deprived in a survival way. Watching the PBS video I was sad with how many letters Andre Fenton was receiving of people wanting to erase their memories, one guy even going as far to say he wouldn’t mind even if it meant losing all of his memories. At first, I thought how amazing it could be if we could erase memories because I first thought of criminals possibly getting a second chance-if they were able to start completely fresh.