Life Experience In Life

Tick-tock, another second goes by, can’t breathe. Looking at the bottom of the pool while swimming, picturing her face as her life slips away. She strips the gas to her mouth, closes her eyes, and I know that I’ve lost her forever. Blacking out, body paralyzed and nearly collapsing. She has taken her life and abandoned me in this world with meaningless dreams of a tomorrow that doesn’t matter. Four more laps to go, I won’t stop to grasp for air. Taking another stroke and pushing forward.

"No! Mom, STOP! I don't want to do it!" I bawled. My face flushed red , tears streaming down my face as I was backed into a corner. There was no escape, I lunged forward with a death grip around my mother's leg. Burying my face into her jeans, I pleaded one last time, to no avail. Still clinging on to her leg, she drags me over the cruel, tile floor. "Take him," she said nonchalantly, "He'll be fine." With an exasperated look she hands me over to my new swim instructor. I was still hyperventilating, overcome with fear of the water. "Let's wash away those tears!" my teacher said with a smile. Before I knew it, I was submerged beneath the water. It was only for a moment but it seemed like an eternity. Time froze, all the noise

“That’s enough pool for today,” said Justyn, acting like he was an adult. After I catch my breath for what were the longest five minutes of my life, we slowly started walking home. The cement was lava hot. My eyes were burning as if they were sprayed with pepper spray on them. I rubbed them harder and harder hoping for relief. All I could think about in my head was it could’ve all ended in the blink of an eye, just like that. When we got to the house, nobody said anything; it’s as if their memories were completely erased. Every time I closed my eyes I could see what I saw and felt what I felt when I was under the water, slow

She imagined kicking so fast that her feet were a blur. She saw her arms slipping into the water. Halfway down the pool, she didn’t take a breath again. She remembered her coach telling her that breathing is overrated. Katie agreed with that. A minute from now, her chest hurting would not matter. Katie watched the floor fly past her. The wall was only a few simple strokes away. Her fingertips slipped into the water. Then her elbow entered the water. As Katie touched the wall, she knew she had won just by the spirit of the crowd. Katie looked up at the board, and she saw her name at the

Audrey loves swimming. To swim every day is her desire.She spends every day in the pool, and she later comes home and takes a shower. However, Audrey didn’t come home after her last day at the pool.

Water was not always a fear that I possessed, after all I spent a majority of my summer days at our local swimming pool. Nothing could possibly compare to being surrounded by cold water on a hot summer day except, maybe the smell that filled the atmosphere. The air was thick with the scents of chlorine, sunscreen, and maybe even the occasional evidence of baby oil. Sounds of laughter and amusement had been always present at the swimming pool and as a result, I could never get enough. However, in a direct moment all these simple pleasures

I looked at the pool and thought how nice and relaxing it would feel on my skin. I stepped backwards 5 times and ran as fast as I could. I jumped, I felt like I was flying for a second.My feet hit the water. “That was so fun to do. “C’mon Lex jump in”,I said. Then, my sister jumped in.

Racing into the polar water, they dunk their entire bodies before sprinting back to the beach, screaming like little girls. However funny it may be watching the boys squeal like babies, I begin mentally preparing myself for the torture that awaits me. I can’t possibly be the only one who doesn’t play along - I don’t want to be that wussy girl. Following suit, a few girls run in and out, shrieking and laughing as they bolt towards the sauna. Finally, the instructor himself rushes past me at top speed for the water and douses himself. Laughing all alone, I realize I am the last man standing. Sporting my big rubber boots, jeans, 2 sweaters and raincoat, I gather one last deep breath before I sprint at full force towards the freezing body of water.

There are personalities that come naturally, but many are nurtured through experiences one has. Through my own life experiences from what I consider a decent, normal childhood into now a happy grown adult. Many of my personalities have remained the same while other parts have changed as has life changed especially since becoming a mother. Now, the experiences and personalities I’ll further describe are from my viewpoint and if you ask my friends or family members their opinions it may change slightly. As a viewpoint is only depicted from the person who is describing it and their perception of how the events or things occurred.

All of us have a story to tell. Something that separates us from others. We may have similar experiences, but what makes us different is how we handle them. In my life I have cherished memories, hopes for my future, and heartaches that may never leave. Life can get complicated, but it’s all about figuring out who you are and who you want to be.

I was born in Guatemala City, Guatemala. I like to think that I’ve been blessed to experience so many different cultures, lifestyle, and diversity in Guatemala City amongst its people spending the first 6 years of my life and then moving to Belize. The change from only speaking and hearing Spanish every day to learning English after moving to Belize was a struggle. A struggle that I am so thankful I went through now because that made my transition much easier as I got to further my education to where I am now; a proud graduate and Alumni from the University of North Florida.

Swimming pool with its AstroTurf, “love umbrella’, deck chairs recreates the dream world of a beach – even if it’s all artificial and unreal, like any dream - Never the less it’s a wonderful dream and we get pulled in. Let’s have a dip, of course not in these clothes - It’s a license to get undressed. After all we are here for a swim, and see the abundance of blood red lipsticks and saxophone solo in the background.

Throughout my life so far I’ve had various unpleasant confrontations to say the least, but this one definitely tops them all. It was just like every other normal school day, having to wake up and go to school all day, come home for an hour or so, then off to my nightly basketball games. The date was January 6th, honestly a day I’ll most likely never forget, so the weather was rather cold and snowy. We played Windber and won that night, the next day was a saturday and the basketball team had a double-header to make up at Blacklick. After the Windber game I knew it was in my best interest to get home and rest up for what the next day had in store. Shortly after arriving home I received some texts and a phone call from my best friends stating how they found two dogs left out in the cold with no dog tags and were unsure of how to react. Not much thought came to my mind besides the fact of how bad I felt for the poor dogs, so I wasn’t of much help. They tried to reach out to the police and several of my other friends but this all fell through. When all else failed I received another call that my friends were driving nearby and asked if it would be alright for them to stop by with the dogs. I then ventured outside to see the dogs which seemed perfectly fine and very cute.

The amber glow of an outside street light filtered in through the narrow windows, bathing the pool in a surreal irradiation. The yellow light danced over the still water, creating abstract patterns on the white tiled walls. Most would have found the serene ambiance calming, but for Tom, it was a vision straight out of one of his nightmares. Over time, he’d developed a fear of water, and while others experienced the terror of falling when trapped in the REM cycle of sleep, in his dreams, he was always drowning. His phobia was deep-seated, and he no longer went swimming. But strangely, if he had a life vest, he was still able to enjoy the ocean’s tranquility if he were on a boat. He put the disparity down to his favorite childhood memory, a

A long time ago when I was probably about five years-old my family and I were living in Fullerton, California. At the time, my mom and dad were both working and it must had been summer vacation because my older brother and I weren't in school. Also around this time is when my little brother Nethaniel was in a wheelchair with two cast on his feet. See Nethnaiel was born with Club feet, which for the people who don't know what it is, it is when basically you're born with your feet bent. It’s really hard to describe and explain but that's how i've always been told. He had seven surgeries at such a very very young age. It wasn't fair. I remember it was really hard for my parents financially and emotionally. I was really young to understand i just knew his casts were always blue because that's his favorite color; except this one time he got white because they were all out of blue.He was so upset he wouldn't talk to any of us at all so my dad had a great idea and got a whole bunch of sharpies and drew all over it and if you know my dad you would know he is a perfectionist and an amazing artist. My little brother has the american flag little notes from my dad saying he rock with a rocket drawing right next to it, it was so cool looking I actually jealous.