Swimming Sports
I stand up on top of the grey, rocky pedestal, with a strange feeling in my stomach like butterflies and wasps all coming together in one little billabong. My ears open up like a dog as I hear the crowd cheering as loud as a howler monkey.
I make my way to the start, I feel like I have been dragged by my parents to do my best. Other competitors pumped, excited and ready for their race. ON your marks, get set, go!!!
I start my race, first lap done, second lap done, Third...Lap...Done.
Felw that actually wasn’t so bad. I emerge myself out of the aqua blue pool, and I get a sudden feeling like when Mr Cox is getting harassed by children to get in the pool.
Maybe it’s just relief.
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