Personal Narrative-How To Swim

Most people start out swimming using the doggie paddle. Well, just so happens that my friend Chandler Lowrey needed some help with learning how to swim. The day I taught him how to swim was definitely the longest day of my life. One scorching July afternoon after a baseball tournament in Searcy, Arkansas, the whole team had stopped by the Holiday Inn where we had been staying for one last swim. As I looked around the inadequate pool I noticed everybody swimming in the deep end and having a blast except one person, Chandler Lowrey. We were only seven and eight year olds, but we all seemed to be excellent swimmers, but Chandler was still using the never failing, doggie paddle. I couldn’t let him be the butt of our jokes so I launched in next to him and began to swim. I could tell he was struggling to stay at the water’s surface. I tried my hardest to teach him how
I had already jumped off of it many times, but I knew he would be scared to do it. The rock is twenty-five feet above the water, and it was all there. I lept off first. After I rose to the water’s surface I started convincing Chandler to jump. He walked up to the edge of the rock and let his life jacket drop. “Don’t, it’s suicide,” I screamed. He bailed off of the rock and didn’t come up. I waited and waited. He didn’t come up, so I swam back to the boat. I climbed up the boat ladder and sat down. I looked to my right and I saw nothing. I looked to my left and right beside me was Chandler! He had swum under water all the way from the rock to the boat without me noticing. I felt so great because I had successfully taught Chandler how to swim. He thanked me again and again. I had to tip my hat to him because he did something that I couldn’t even do. We packed up the boat and headed home. At the beginning of the day I thought that it would be impossible to teach him, but turns out he was a better swimmer than me the whole