Personal Narrative: Swim Lessons

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This pool is my soul, and the slight, gentle waves are the beating of my heart. I stand on the deck looking down at the clear, calm water, and raise my hands above my head. I dive into the water, smooth and straight like an arrow. I enter the water without a splash, and glide underwater, feeling the cool water on my skin, and the scent of chlorine in the air. I feel powerful, immortal, and completely at peace. The tables for swim lessons are lined up on the deck. The tables, where I had some of my first ever swim lessons, and where I will one day teach swim lessons. The blocks screwed in behind the lanes remind me of my first novice swim meets. The old lane lines, blue and white twisted rope, are mangled and pulled apart. The red and white

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