A Memory
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A Memory…
Every time I am near some kind of pool my heart beats faster. I love water. The sensation of the cool liquid touching your warm skin sends tingles down my spine. The feeling that you are so much lighter, that you don’t have to carry your whole weight around with you is just amazing. The best is when you go under water. You may or may not find this weird but the feeling that you cannot breathe in an area so close to the air fascinates me. It helps me think; when you can her nothing but bubbles popping are soothing. Every one that pops makes another one of my problems disappear.
Imagine how I felt when I entered this enormous swimming pool with just about any flume you can think of? Ok you can stop imagining now. I’ll tell you. Well the first thing I did was: I froze. I stood like this for a few seconds taking it all in. In the distance I could hear my friends calling me. ”You coming? If you carry on walking this fast we’ll be lucky to try one slide!” then they both burst out laughing, but it was Sarah’s laugh that got me out of my trance. She had a trademark laugh she was well known for it in school; a screeching high-pitched sound that could be mistaken for a seal. Of course I was going to hurry up. I just had to have some time to let this feeling soak into my skin.
Every step I took over the dimply floor that massaged the bottom of my foot got me more and more excited. I had been confident since I was little entering water but this happiness was at a different level. It had enlarged itself inside my body by at least ten times. I chose one finally. It was harder than choosing between salt and vinegar and cheese and onion crisps. But I settled on my choice. It was the open slide that went vertically down into a pool over three metres in depth.
After a few minutes of discussion I got volunteered by my two very trusty friends to go first. I didn’t dare argue s this was not a very wise choice and I had learnt my lesson from last time, but lets not...
Every time I am near some kind of pool my heart beats faster. I love water. The sensation of the cool liquid touching your warm skin sends tingles down my spine. The feeling that you are so much lighter, that you don’t have to carry your whole weight around with you is just amazing. The best is when you go under water. You may or may not find this weird but the feeling that you cannot breathe in an area so close to the air fascinates me. It helps me think; when you can her nothing but bubbles popping are soothing. Every one that pops makes another one of my problems disappear.
Imagine how I felt when I entered this enormous swimming pool with just about any flume you can think of? Ok you can stop imagining now. I’ll tell you. Well the first thing I did was: I froze. I stood like this for a few seconds taking it all in. In the distance I could hear my friends calling me. ”You coming? If you carry on walking this fast we’ll be lucky to try one slide!” then they both burst out laughing, but it was Sarah’s laugh that got me out of my trance. She had a trademark laugh she was well known for it in school; a screeching high-pitched sound that could be mistaken for a seal. Of course I was going to hurry up. I just had to have some time to let this feeling soak into my skin.
Every step I took over the dimply floor that massaged the bottom of my foot got me more and more excited. I had been confident since I was little entering water but this happiness was at a different level. It had enlarged itself inside my body by at least ten times. I chose one finally. It was harder than choosing between salt and vinegar and cheese and onion crisps. But I settled on my choice. It was the open slide that went vertically down into a pool over three metres in depth.
After a few minutes of discussion I got volunteered by my two very trusty friends to go first. I didn’t dare argue s this was not a very wise choice and I had learnt my lesson from last time, but lets not...