It was the day, the much awaiting day- my swimming test
It was the day, the much awaiting day- my swimming test. I was trying to calm down so I could concentrate while swimming. The worst part is that I am about two and a half feet above the water; I stare at it, and it stares right back at me. I have to dive! I am wearing my new goggles. It gives the water a crystal blue tint that taunts me; the water thinks it is better than I am. From the height of the block, the black tile that runs down the centre of every lane appears to me as a runway. In just a few seconds I will be moving down that runway, trying to take off above the water. My eyes will be focused on that tile, to make sure I am in the centre of my lane. I can see the water grinning and laughing at me now; I am standing on the block with my knees almost to the point of shaking. The water can tell how nervous I am. Right now, it is so calm and smooth, beckoning me to dive in. But in just a few seconds, the glassy blueness will be turned into a churning white mass as the swimmers churn through it, causing a wake to run across the pool. For now, it is still laughing at me though, with my toes tightly wrapped around the edge of the block, my body coiled up like a spring ready to explode. As if...