“Mom, can I quit?” I said impatiently, throwing my swimming suit and towel into my bag. “Why? It is a good chance for you to get some exercise.” This is the twenty-fourth time that I asked to quit my swimming class. I didn't want to spend my Sunday afternoon in the swimming pool. The two hours in the water was too boring. I could spend the time on something that was more interesting as a thirteen years old girl, rather than swam like a frog every week. “If you really don't want to go again, you can tell the coach today.” My mother said when driving me to the swimming center. When I arrived at the swimming pool, everything was the same like last week— the same coach’s sound, the continuous whistle sound, and the sound of flapping
