My Experience : My Fear Of Deep Water

It was about to be our turn and then the person who said that story pulled his phone out and showed them the pitcher of the shark near the boy. When I saw that photo I was scared, and I wish I left and said no to snorkeling right there, but something in me said yes. People who worked there told us what to do, including

After breakfast I went to my cabin with Z and we got changed into our swimming suits and we went to the swimming pool. It kinda sucked. It was a salt water pool, so when the waves rocked the boat the salt water rolled toward me in a wave and I had the taste of saltwater in my mouth.

The moment occurred and I felt a rush: a rush of terror and adrenaline. I was having fun then the next minute I heard the screaming from my sister. Feeling the beads of sweat drip down my neck I’m not sure if it’s the heat or the fear. The next few minutes felt like a lifetime from hearing my sister cry out to acting out a scene from Baywatch. I looked into the crashing waves to see Silus, a young boy of only seven years, in the water and knowing though we were only five feet away from the lifeguard zone I had to be the one to save him. I sprinted down the beach and plunged into the rough waters. Fighting the treacherous waves, swimming to the young boy, and raising him above the waves crashing overhead. I drag myself and the boy out of the water placing him onto the warm sand. I check to make sure the boy was unharmed, assisting him with clearing the saltwater out his

My head went back, and my feet popped up. I felt the frigid water seep into my hair, and soak my scalp. I heard my mom’s soft voice trying to keep me calm, and reminding me to keep my bellybutton up to the air as if some puppet master was holding it up by a string. Every time my mom tried to let me float by myself, my feet would begin to sink. It was as if I was a weight on a fishing line pulling it down into the dark abyss. I couldn’t seem to stay relaxed, I was as stiff as a two by four. That fire was still burning my inner forest deep within me. I remember startling myself out of the float, because I did not feel my mom’s hands supporting me anymore. I scrambled for footing on the bottom of the pool floor feeling the rough pool floor slip past my toes a couple times before I got the traction to stand up. I was kind of confused for a moment as I tried to get the water out of my eyes and nose. My family was now all out in the pool area, and I realized the moment I have been dreading for the past few years of my short life was here and I knew it. My family was going to have me jump off the diving board, in hopes that it would dissipate my excruciating fear of water. My heart was beginning to pound through my

During my summer vacation, my mom took note on how bored I was and the amount of time I had wasted doing nothing. She recommended I volunteer at the swim school. Being an avid swimmer and great with kids, there was no better way for me to contribute to the community. She had explained to me what the Temecula Swim Buddies was, and I could not have been more excited. Having taken this opportunity,

I first joined the Kearney Swim Team as a sophomore. At that point in time I didn’t really want to swim, but my parents had already signed me up and told everyone that I was joining the team, and I felt that I had to hold the commitment that had been forced upon me. The first day of swim camp I was so scared that I wasn't going to know anyone and that I was going to be terrible. I remember begging my mom to let me go home, but of course, that didn't happen and I was left to fend for myself amongst the other swimmers.

Attempting to distract myself from the fear that was slowly consuming my body, I turned my head towards the Raritan Valley Community College Pool (RVCC), one

I listened and did as he said. I pushed forward and started my way down the steep slide. The force of the water carried me forward at a fast speed and I was thrown down the slide. I opened my eyes and saw that I was no longer touching the slide, but flying above it. The wave of water had thrown me so fast that I was in the air over the slide. I closed my eyes in fear and I hit the slide with a bang! I slid right into the pool with a big SPLASH. Half a second later I was submerged in the blue liquid terrified, wondering if I was hurt. I sank to the bottom, then shot up off of the ground with my feet pushing towards the air above. I wasn't the best swimmer, but I made my best effort to swim to the side of the pool and to safety, I looked around for my Mom, as I looked around I noticed the lifeguard watching me just in case. I made it to the side and pulled myself out of the pool. My mom asked me if I was okay. I told her I was fine and we continued through the day and eventually

early morning water for a quick swim. At that point I realized to myself that life could not get any

Water is probably my biggest fear. Not drinking water but giant body of water, like the ocean or a lake. For some odd reason I always think I am going to drown every time I get in any type of body of water. I think that if I am going to try and become less scared of water I need to learn how to do some stuff first. First, I probably need to learn to swim. I know how to “Doggy Paddle” but I don’t think that counts when it comes to swimming Atlantic or Pacific. Another thing I need to do is try not to worry as much when I go out on a boat or just go swimming. I get so stressed to the point that I can’t even have fun because I am so worried of drowning. I plan to reach my goals by doing a couple of things. How I plan on learning to swim is I’m going swim more in the summer in a swimming pool. I would go to a swimming class but I went to one when I was four, five, and six and it didn’t get me anywhere. The second thing that I am going to do is learn how to relax. Learning how to relax is going to be harder than learning to swim because I stress over the smallest

I'm going to pirates cove for an hour of my time i’m super excited I can’t wait to go there because I haven’t gone in a while,after a few minutes of driving were finally here my dad,mom,and brother. When I got inside in pirates cove I went to the diving board I was surprised how much people were waiting to use the diving board so instead I went to hang out by the pool for a few minutes. After hanging out by the pool I went to check on the diving board the line was a little short so I just waited, finally when it was my turn I tried to jump as high as i possibly can, i went so deep in the pool it felt forever to get up from the water after the diving board I went to the slides when i got to the slides there was another line but bigger but i

I made my way towards the woods. After I was a little away, and then I ran. I ran as fast as I could, not bothering to look back. My heart pounding as I dodged fallen trees and the ones in my way. I didn't want any more accidents like before.

It was time to battle the water; we went white water rafting. The water thrashed us all over the place in our little boat. Midway through our adventure there was this girl who was struggling in her canoe. She was falling behind and we were quickly approaching the hardest part of the rapids. Even though I did not really know how to canoe I still switched boats with her. Now I was in a canoe and she was with my family on the raft. It was my first time canoeing, and I have to admit I was kind of scared. I took the rapid like a champ al by myself and me feel accomplished.

We gave it our all at the practices leading up to Tuesday’s game. The practice before the game was an especially hard one, I remember that my two friends, Lucas and Mathew made a bet about who would win. Lucas didn't believe that the team had what it takes to win, while Mathew had confidence in our team. The night before the game, I laid in bed not being able to sleep, I was too nervous about tomorrow’s game. “What if we lose?”, “What if we win?”, “What if…”, these were all thoughts going through my mind. I woke up the next day, exhausted and sore from yesterday, but confident. That day, time moved slowly. Each class felt like

The next part of the training turned out to be the toughest. We were required to dive ten feet to the bottom of the pool and retrieve a ten pound weight. Once the weight was brought to the surface we were supposed to tread water for two minutes while keeping the weight above the water line. This appeared to be simple so I dived in, expecting an easy time. I had no trouble getting the weight to the surface and proceeded to tread water with a feeling of undoubtable success. But once again my anti-floating physical quality began to take effect. At one minute and thirty seconds I began to sink and within the next fifteen seconds my head was submerged and I was fighting for air. The water from the pool began flowing into my mouth with each desperate grasp for air; it felt as if an ocean were draining into my body. I remember hearing from under the water the instructor's muffled voice counting down the last ten seconds of the exercise. When it was all over I slowly made my way back to the pool's edge where I was informed by the two young girls that they had no difficulty