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Learning to Swim
Learning to Swim

Learning new things can always be a terrifying experience. One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do was learn how to swim. I was never really afraid of water, but the thought of swimming around in it never appealed to me. I knew that learning how to swim would be very important later in life and would help me to be a stronger person. I did not, however, realize that swimming would not only be fun, but also help me to become more confident.
As always, I get nervous when I am put in new situations and, I was especially nervous at my first swimming lesson. After changing into my bathing suit, I stood shakily by the edge of the pool waiting for the lessons to begin. After a few minutes, the teacher came over. She introduced me to two older kids who could not swim. While I was still scared about not being able to swim, it made me feel more comfortable knowing that some of the older kids could not swim either. After getting over the initial fear of jumping in, the teacher had us put on our water wings and hold on to the side of the pool. While some of the other students were more experienced, and could swim on their own, I was content with the help that I was being given. The students who could not swim on their own, and needed help, were being shown how to kick and do the breaststroke by the teacher. Pretty soon the other kids were off swimming on their own. I however, was not. The teacher soon realized this and began to pay special attention to how I was doing. Swimming did not come to me as easy as it did for the other kids, but the teacher was patient. After a few weeks of swimming lessons, I began to get the hang of things. I could soon use my arms and legs simultaneously. I was however, being held up by my teacher. Not long after learning to use my arms and legs, she decided that I was ready to swim on my own. While I was not having trouble with the movement, I was however having trouble with staying above the water. Sooner than I

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