Twimmer-Personal Narrative

Standing at the block, getting ready to dive into the crystal, clear water, I felt ready to compete to win a position on the advanced team. When I was seven, I was a pretty good swimmer but my brother and sister were better than me. My sister had the idea to swim competitively and my brother wanted to also so then I said ok so I just went along with it. It took my dad a long time to find a competitive swim program but then he did it was called RMSC. I was so nervous to go and try out because I was not the best swimmer and my sister and brother were a lot better than me we all made the team. Deciding to try out for the competitive team the next year changed me forever.
The first day I went to to practice I was last in my lane and this was not good because I had meet a friend and he was beating me. This made me upset and forced me to want to work harder because in the locker room I said “I was faster than him.”. After the first week I was right with him. I was catching his time in the pool. “Now I want to be first,” I said. Then after that week I was moving up but so was my friend. He was also working hard to beat me.
Then it came to the first meet. It was great I dropped so much time. Then when I got out of the water I felt like I was on top of the moon. The only bad part of the meet was the my friend was still
It was time to try out for the competitive team. This time I was not nervous although I was determined. The only time I remember talking to greg was before getting into the glass like water i said “are you nervous” he responded saying “not one bit.” That practice all i could hear were the coaches roaring like lions telling us the next step. Then they were reading the list of people who made it “connor hebert, sadie hebert, brandon hebert” i was ecstatic. Then it happened they called my friend “Greg Boil”. I was glad that he got on the team to because he helped me work hard and I was nice to have a friend on the