CHILDHOOD MEMORY
One hot summer day my family and I decided to have a small party. We bought sodas chips and started a barbeque. We had a medium size pool. With luxurious blue water. It felt like a paradise. Every day around 3 my sister and I would go into the pool for hours. Causing our skin to wrinkle, you could say we are human raisins. We just loved water. Swimming was like going on a roller coaster. Hard to do but lots of fun.
“Lesley! Come in the pool with me!” shouted my sister Ashley.
I was young, almost six years old and did not know how to swim. Not knowing how to swim did not stop me from jumping into the pool. I put on my floaty and came running into the pool.
“SPLASH!!” went the water as I plunged into the pool.
I was so happy. Feeling that cool water on my legs felt like the greatest thing possible. I felt so free. When I looked over to my right, I see my mom relaxing, as if there was nothing better in life. My little sister playing in her sandbox, and my dad barbecuing the most amazing meat. I could
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“Lesley do you want to eat right now?” Ashley asked.
“No, I want to stay in the pool a little longer!!” I answered as I was swimming.
It was around 5 pm and Ashley was starving so she decided to go eat. As she was getting out of the water, the water started to move. It felt as if a tsunami was happening. The water moved so hard that my float toppled over, dragging me with it. I was drowning!! I was scared! I have never felt this way and honestly thought today was my last day.
“AGHHGHGH!!” I made as I was drowning.
I moved my legs trying to get someone’s attention. No one heard me. No one saw me. I tried to get as much attention as I could, but it was no use, I just had to face the fact that today's the day. I tasted the water in my mouth and felt my lungs filling up with water. I felt like a balloon loosing air, like a tire getting popped. This was
A five-year-old girl who is unable to swim is drowning in a pool, where the depth is ten feet. She is incapable of communicating for help and continuously gulps copious amounts of water while kicking her legs and flinging her arms frantically. A young boy who is learning how to swim notices her desperate need for a rescue, but is too hesitant to do anything due to his fear of deep water. He then realizes that he does not want a young girl to die just because no one was able to come to her rescue, and builds up the courage to enter the deep end of the pool. He dives in just in time to rescue the drowning soul and conquers his fear of deep water, all because of courage.
It was finally time to swim. I finally came up with a plan and decided to swim in the deep side of the pool even though I didn’t know how to swim. I knew it would work but I was also scared. As I walked to the swimming pool, everyone laughed at me again for wearing a speedo. I dived into the deep side of the pool and noticed everyone was staring at me in amazement. Then I swam up and hung onto the side of the pool. Everyone was shocked and puzzled. Even the girl I liked looked surprised.
Our days started routinely. Daniele and I getting up and showering, convincing her dad to take the boat out to the town lakes so we could go tubing and water skiing. Meeting Pam out there and the three of us spending all day in our swimsuits getting tan and sore from riding those damn tubes around the lakes. A few trips here and there into town to my aunt's mexican restaurant to get some food. Then it was back into the shower as we got ready to go out for the night. There were places to go and people to meet.
Stupidly thinking that I could somehow pass the swim test, I decided not to tell my teacher the negligeable fact that I could not swim at all. For one of the tasks, we all had to swim to the other end of the pool; a quarter of the way there, I realized that there was no way I could make it to the other end. I began to flounder, drawing in water with every breath. I managed to get myself to the side of the pool, clinging on for dear life, red with embarrassment and
There was a club nearby and I thought it would be a fun thing to try over the summer. I had had no experience whatsoever playing the sport, but I was a strong swimmer, so I thought it couldn’t be
I opened my eyes and could see the sun light shine in the water. It was the only source of light, for all around me was deep blue emptiness. As I realized what was going on, I quickly started flailing around under the water. The waves from the boat were tossing me around like a doll, getting short views of the boat. As I continued to panic, I was quickly losing the little oxygen I could grasp.
Summers has officially arrived. These are the times when your kid would love to splash into swimming pool and stay there for hours. As a parent it is your chance to turn the tables on this aimless swimming and make it really fun, entertaining as well as educational.
Fast Food Industries Aim Towards Children Fast food industries are targeting children for more business. It wasn’t until I read the book Fast Food Nation that I started understanding how kids are the main target of the fast food industry. This is a real big issue for the kids, but they don’t understand it because they are young and don’t know the possible consequences of the unhealthy food served by fast food restaurants. A lot of people would say the fast food industry is taking over the world, but what they don’t know is that kids are their main target. Fast food restaurants such as McDonalds, Burger King, and etc, aim towards kids to be their biggest consumers because kids will always have a parent, guardian, babysitter, or anyone older than them buying them food.
There was a crowd in a pool full of water, full of the laughs of joyful men and children. They huffed and grunted and shoved, water splashing. It’s like the Water Ragging Park came to life, and I remember in a matter of minutes I have been pulled into the deep water, and I was gasping for breath. I was convinced that the water would engulf my body, and I might die under the water. During that time, I heard a voice, “You can do it.”
I threw my head above the water and started gasping for air. My parents came to my rescue. They reassured me that everything was going to be fine and patted my back to help get the water out of my mouth. Wrapped in a towel, with my parents’ arms around me, I walked out of the shallow water pool. And that's when I told myself I would never try to swim again.
Opposite the pool, I spotted my mother with my younger brother in her lap while he was playing a game on her phone. As I raced by my peers in a kickboard relay, a smile crept onto my face stretching from corner to corner as I kicked the people behind me harshly in the face. After about an hour, my arms and legs became sore and my nose was filled with an acidic chlorine stench. Just as soon as I swam back to the shallow end of the pool to
Away for the summer, and swimming every day. During the summer of my sophomore year I went to the warm and humid Baltimore City. This summer I spent a great deal learning about myself and the world around me. For starters, I spent it with my Aunt Amy and Uncle Joe, and pretty much spent no time with my own inclosed family (excluding my sister who was there).
Looking around, I realized that everyone else was extremely confident in their swimming. Showered with another wave of despair, I was not prepared to enter the pool. The sunlight reflecting off of the water shows that the water is warm. However, when I dipped my whole body in the pool, I was stung with immediate chill. I pounce back onto the surface of the water shivering and panting.
I thought I was so fast that I could go in and out of the water before they could turn around. I started but my mom came and took me in her arms and made me sit down on the blanket she set up. She gave me a tiny price of watermelon just the size of my tiny hands. I stared at the watermelon first to see if it could move and then slowly started devouring it. It was nice and cold for the hot day. By the time I was done, my mom had already taken her book out and started reading. My dad was taking off his cap to come in the water with me. Soon, my mom realized that I have finished and told my dad to take me in the water. I was so excited. I knew how regular water felt but not the beach water. Was it hot? Was it cold? Was it tasty? Was it sweet? Was it yucky?
On that day I remember that we were hosting a family reunion from my mother’s side. It was a perfect day where all of our family would come together and enjoy each others presence in one whole. The heat simmers on my skin, and the sun shines right through the blinds. My throat pleads for a nice, ice cold water. That’s my cue, it was time to get up.