Walking the Plank
I had the potential to compete in the Olympics. I was an eight-year old girl with a lot of talent. It was a typical swimming-lesson day and I had just walked out of the girls’ change room and into the poolroom. The smell of chlorine quickly floated into my nostrils as I walked to the north-end of the pool where my swimming instructor and my other swim-mates awaited for me. I didn't know that the lesson that I receive this day in my life would change my dreams and the way I thought about many things forever.I had always seen swimming in a positive light. The feel of the warm water on my sensitive skin; the variety of fun games, such as water basketball, we could play; and most of all, how relaxing and comfortable it made me feel; made me love this sport. As far as I was concerned, I was born to explore the seas and oceans, and of course, compete internationally! I had quickly made it over and took a seat on the cold gray-painted concrete floors along with everyone else. “Our lesson will begin in two minutes class, so get into the pool and start warming up!” Mrs. Harrington shouted to us in her soft feminine voice once again before she started the lesson. “Yes, Mrs. Harrington,” we all retorted simult
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Approximate Word count = 1260
Approximate Pages = 5 (250 words per page double spaced)
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