Narrative Essay On The Diving Board

I remember every part of my body freezing in mid air, realizing that I was going to fly fifty feet in the air. My mind went blank and my body maneuvered in a way so that I would hit the water safely based off reflexes. Glimpses of the pictures of the landscape around me, desert like cliffs, and arid/orange backgrounds seemed to stick in my mind. I distinctly remember feeling the whirling wind rush past me and the long suspension of my body in the air. How it felt like I would fall forever but at the same in a quick blink. I hit the water in a position in which my thighs stung with a burning sensation. After in the water, I stayed there for a couple seconds relaxing as if I was non-existent. Soon, I swam up over the surface smiling proudly but almost too harshly.

As I walked into the natatorium, the strong smell of chlorine hit me in the face and the loud sound of a roaring crowd burst my eardrums. My friend, her mom, my mom, and I walked to the deck where about 20 other anxious kids stood waiting to swim. This event takes a while so I was pacing back and forth for around

When I first stepped in, I thought it was a reasonable temperature, but the deeper I got, the more I realised how wrong I was. My brother Zach, and I decided that we should touch the buoy. I first needed to get my head below the lake’s surface to get comfortable with the water. My shivering body wanted out right from the beginning, but my mind was telling me otherwise. Without thinking, I sunk underwater and almost immediately returned

Sitting on the edge of the Olympic sized pool, I stretched my legs and my shoulder blades. The timer struck 1 minute, and my swim team started to chant, “Rudy, Rudy, Rudy!” sa to begin the 200 meter relay, I took my place on the slanted starting board. The other swimmers, loosening up and fixing their posture, took their places on the starting positions. When the timer stuck 0, the official blew the air horn, and the swimmers dove as quick as silver into the pool. Entering the pool, I kept the streamline position for as long as possible. Then, after reaching 50 meters, I sliced the water smoothly. Reaching the end of the 100 meters, I waited for my partner to dive in for the next 100 meters, and then I climbed out of the pool. A burst of excitement

I love to swim. In any season, on any day. But almost evey time I swim I nearly drown myself, by diving further down than my lungs will permit. And now I fear that I've dove too deep. Because as I desperately try to breakthrough the surface, I can see the light. And how happy and full of energy it looks as it dances and shines down through the water. A light that I can never reach. And so I sink back to the bottom of the abyss, surrounded by darkness and feeling of nothing but how frigid and still everything is. Perhaps I sink due to the weight of the past or am I being lured down, by an enchanting siren, only for it to show me it's horrific face and to be devoured by it, time and time again. And I know that all I have to do is to let go

To be honest, I haven’t really written a diary for a long time, and if I had, then it would have been lost or something along those lines. I’ll try my best to recap my past up to January 18, 2017 (Wednesday). Keep note that I LOVE technology!

One summer day, friends got together for a boating party. There was this one girl named Natalie. Natalie was afraid of the water because when she was young, she was into surfing. One summer day the water was very calm, then out of nowhere a massive Great White shark came out of the water and bit her arm off. So she decided she was going to go on this boating party but, was going to wear a life vest the whole time no matter what happened.

“Take your mark, set, go!” Instead of diving swiftly into the pool and making no noise, I belly flopped so hard that I splashed the other swimmers on my side. Embarrassed and physically hurt, I couldn't stop because I had a race to complete and a time to beat. Kicking as fast as I could and breathing after every stroke, I swam my heart out. Even though I was the last person to touch the wall, I was satisfied because I had just beat my personal record.

I was going swimming with my family at the water park. I didn’t know how to swim at all but I was filled with excitement when we got there. There was this big swirly slide that just looked so fun, so I went up the stairs and lined up. I remember the lifeguard asking me “you can swim right” and me nodding “yes”. It was my time to go and I was hesitating to go, holding up the line. This red head behind suddenly pushed me and I was on my way down to the deep end. By the time I’ve made up my mind, it was too late. I was in the deep end. I panicked, which made me sink more and I was out of breath. I was about to pass out when lifeguard grabbed me and pulled me out of the water. That was how I experienced one of the scariest moments in my

“Swimmers step up onto the block” the announcer yells into the megaphone. Now I am almost three feet above the water legs shaking and knees feeling weak like I will fall at any given moment. From the top of the block the black tile looks so far away. In just a few moments I will be following that line to make sure I stay in the center of my lane. At this moment the water so calm and smooth begging for me to dive in and disrupt the calmness. I can see the water a few seconds from now a huge white mass going everywhere as the swimmers move through it. For now it is still calling me to enter as my toes are curled over the edge of the block and my body like a coiled spring ready to explode. The calmness of the water and silence of the pool area adds to my nervousness. There is absolutely no noise coming from anywhere. All of a sudden the announcer breaks the silence and I almost fall from my position. “This is the girls fifty yard freestyle swimmers take your

July 17th, 2016 was a memorable and unforgettable day for me. It was the day of my first open water dive. The day I was finally going to be a certified diver. I was so eager and thrilled for that day from all the hard work I put in at the pool, practicing to become a better scuba diver.

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

In the summer 1963, I often visited a swimming pool in my town, where I loved to hang around with my friends in the weekend. I was a fourteen-years-old boy, and Joan was my girl companion. I would stare secretly at Joan, standing as a dolphin in the pool of rigging-water theme park. Then, Joan was diving from its springboard and butterflying her laps on the tracks, and she made the blue water splashing over us. You might think that I was so beguiled by her sensual beauty that I would jump into the cool pool. But, sadly, I was convinced that the water would choke my throat, and I might die under water, so I had deep-water phobia.

County times, the standard of advancement for all swimmers at my local high school swim team, is a twenty-two second fifty yard freestyle. This is a simple goal for most swimmers but it haunted me all freshmen year. My average time for the season is twenty four seconds or a full two seconds away from the cut off. Through the entire season, I am progressively getting faster until my time is merely milliseconds from my goal. On the final race of the season, my whole team is cheering me on but I miss the cut off by point two tenths of a second. My friends and teammates pat me on the back, "You will get it next year," and "Wow, you were so close," yet my coach blames my sloppy form for costing me valuable seconds. After the season ends, I decide it is a good idea to practice at the neighborhood pool. To my surprise, the youth summer swim league is practicing.

I heard a piercing sound and decided that it was do or die. I jumped with my hands squeezed in a streamline, slightly shaking and it was only about five seconds before my head would touch the cool water. From the corner of my eye, I saw the swimmers